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Joe Heath’s face showed grave concern, his eyes filled with worry.

Jasmine Yale glanced at him doubtfully, “Can you make me happy? Stop forcing me to drink?”

“Look at you, the last time I forced you to drink was because you were late, and you consumed my treasured wine that I’ve aged for many years.”

“I’ve never seen anyone forcing someone to drink and making it sound so noble.” Jasmine Yale dismissed disdainfully.

“Jasy, hug, want to see Little Fox!”

Chale Cheney opened his arms, clinging to Jasmine Yale.

Jasmine Yale lifted him from the ground.

Joe Heath pinched his face discontentedly, “Little one, what fox are you watching? Your dad is nothing but an old fox that’s been around for thousands of years!”

Chale Cheney immediately tattled to Jasmine Yale—

“Jasy, Uncle Heath is badmouthing my dad.”

Joe Heath laughed, “Little one, quite a tattletale, aren’t you?”

Jasmine Yale glared at Joe Heath displeased, “Don’t treat Little Chale like that.”

“Feeling sorry for him?” Joe Heath teased.

“Of course, you don’t understand as you don’t have kids.” Jasmine Yale responded lightly.

Chale Cheney was leaning in Jasmine Yale’s lap, stretching his neck to look at little fox.

Such a good little fox!

Joe Heath bowed his head, blowing air ambiguously at her ear, lowering his voice.

“Aren’t you waiting for you to bear my children…”

“Joe Heath!” Jasmine Yale coldly shouted, “Mind your image!”

Besides, Little Chale is here.

Kids don’t hold back their words, what if it gets out?

“Image? Always handsome.”

Joe Heath revealed a roguish smile, his lips turning up revealing an unparalleled handsome face.

His pair of eyes were even more soul-stealing.

Lowering his head, he whispered again, “Little beauty, it’s just a joke, don’t be so uptight.”

Jasmine Yale curled her lips, “Now I finally understand why you and Sylvan Cheney are brothers.”

“Why?”

“Both have equally thick skin.” Jasmine Yale huffed coldly.

Just as she finished speaking—

Chale Cheney abruptly lowered his head, turned his face, and bit Joe Heath’s hand!

“Damn!” Joe Heath quickly put down the hand that was on Jasmine Yale’s shoulder, “You little thing, why don’t you bite your Jasy?”

His hand was bitten leaving two rows of teeth marks.

Chale Cheney looked at Joe Heath with hostility.

“Uncle Heath, you’ve changed!”

“What has changed?” Joe Heath shook his hand hurtfully.

This guy, really unrelenting.

“Jasy is mine, you can’t steal her!” Chale Cheney defended his rights, with utmost seriousness.

“Your Jasy is talking badly about your dad, you don’t mind?”

“Everything Jasy does is right.” Chale Cheney huffed coldly.

Joe Heath could not help but laugh, patting his little butt, “Your fur isn’t even grown yet, little kid.”

Jasmine Yale glared at him, “Joe Heath!!!”

“Hmm? When you call my name, it’s full of charm.” Joe Heath arched his eyebrow.

“Nevermind.” Jasmine Yale didn’t bother to continue arguing.

She held Chale Cheney and moved to the side.

However, Joe Heath was like a persistent plaster, no matter how hard you tried to shake him off.

Wherever Jasmine Yale went, he followed.

“Uncle Heath, stop following Jasy, baby is getting angry!” Chale Cheney pouted his lips.

His big eyes were full of hostility, afraid that Joe Heath would steal Jasmine Yale away.

“Let me say a few words to your Jasy alone, and I’ll leave.” Joe Heath teased him.

“No way!”

Chale Cheney immediately hugged Jasmine Yale, tightly.

Joe Heath:”…”

Such a strong control? Just like his father, extremely overbearing..