"Damn!" Sylvan Cheney cursed softly.
How much had Chale Cheney confided to Jasmine Yale last night?
He's grown bold.
Seeing that the other party didn't respond, Jasmine didn't say much.
"Mr. Yale, I'll be dropping Little Chale at school soon. Don't worry about it."
Sylvan Cheney threw his phone away.
"Little Chale, come have breakfast."
Jasmine Yale placed the fried egg and milk on the table with sweet aroma filling the space.
Chale Cheney was all dressed up. He climbed onto the chair and began to enjoy his breakfast happily.
"Jasy, do you really not have a boyfriend?" Chale Cheney asked.
"Really, I don't."
"Then, if you had to choose between my dad and me, whom would you choose?"
"Well? You, of course." Jasmine Yale laughed.
"My dad isn't married either, you could consider him."
"Didn't you just say yesterday that you were going to marry me? Changed your mind?" Jasmine Yale said with a laugh, pulling out a chair to sit opposite to him.