Fated love: the unwanted bride-Chapter 144 - :1 Love You, Please Be Gentle

Chapter 144: Chapter 144:1 Love You, Please Be Gentle

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Jasmine Yale’s hand hovered over the keyboard, uncertain how to type the first character.

The response came through on the other end: “Miss Yale, text me when you’re ready, I have to go now.”

Sylvan Cheney puts down his phone and straightens his tie.

“Dad, you look so handsome today.” Chale Cheney peeked in and smiled at Sylvan.

“Alright, what do you want this time?”

Sylvan didn’t lift his head and walked downstairs.

He was in a good mood today and planned on personally driving Chale to school.

“I’m not some gold digger, dad. You truly look handsome.”

“No need for you to say that.”

“Um, um…Dad, when can I see Jasy again?”

“Dad, you see, it’s been one, two, three,… eight days since I last saw Jasy from that day at the amusement park.” Chale was counting on his fingers, looking pitiful.

“Why do you like her so much?” Sylvan couldn’t help but ask.

“There’s a kind of liking, that happens at first sight. Dad, do you understand?”

“I don’t understand.”

Sylvan strode towards the garage.

He really didn’t understand.

“Dad, have you ever liked a girl at first sight? Like, very, very much?”

“No.”

Communication breakdown.

Sylvan grabbed Chale’s collar and tossed him into the passenger seat.

“Dad, I love you, please be gentle.”

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“Dad…”

“Can you shut up?” Sylvan roared.

Chale pursed his lips.

Poor thing, he’s not even allowed to talk. Why is Elder Cheney so fierce?

With some peace at last, Sylvan started the car.

This little guy talks too much.

Except for his IQand good looks, everything else is not from my gene!

Chale felt scorned, he turned his head away, humph, he would ignore Elder Cheney from now on.

No wonder no girl chases him, and he can’t get any girl!

Once Sylvan’s car was gone, the Cheney Residence was restored to silence.

The sky was high and the clouds wispy, the autumn scenery tantalizing.

Butler Tomer watched Sylvan leave and then returned to his room.

As soon as he entered, his phone rang. It was Yolanda Fern.

“Butler Tomer, good morning.”

“Miss Yolanda.”

“How have Mr. Cheney and Chale been recently?”

“They are both quite well, Miss Yolanda, you need not worry.”

“Oh, good, I was just checking, now I am reassured.”

“Miss Yolanda, how’s your health? I heard you’ll have a surgery?”

“No, I’ve been taking medication this time, feeling much better, probably won’t need surgery.” Yolanda laughed.

Butler Tomer nodded and sighed.

He knew about Yolanda’s heart disease.

The heavens are unfair to a kind girl. Yolanda is such a good girl, really…

“Miss Yolanda, focus on taking care of your health. Don’t worry about the Cheney Residence.”

“Okay, thank you, Butler Tomer.”

After chatting for a while, Yolanda hung up the call.

“Cough, cough.” Yolanda let out a cough.

“Are you feeling unwell?” Came a cold male voice.

Yolanda lifted her head; it was Chris Fern.

She pulled out a Russian literature book from the shelf and softly shook her head: “It’s okay, just a slight cold.”

Chris handed her a white knitted sweater and draped it over her shoulders: “Don’t catch a cold.”

“Thank you.”

Chris was not anyone else. He was adopted by her parents before they passed away. He was three years younger than her, the same age as Lana Fern.

Back then, her parents were in poor health and always felt no one would take care of the two sisters. So, they adopted a boy from the orphanage.

Latter, Chris studied medicine, he was an excellent student..

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