Fated love: the unwanted bride

This little one, is particularly stubborn.

He lay quietly on the table, hugging his toy tiger, refusing to listen to Sylvan.

Sylvan was a hot-tempered man, and when the child acted up, he simply ordered Butler Santana—

“No one is to bring him food!”

Butler Santana was in a difficult spot, hesitating, but still ventured, “Mr.

Cheney, the child is in the growing stage, this… might not be appropriate, should I go and coax him?”

“Cannot understand my words?”

“Oh… yes, yes.” Butler Santana had to nod reluctantly.

She knew about Mr. Cheney’s temperament, his word was law.

She just did not expect that he would be this way with his own son.

“Where is Tomer?” Sylvan spoke, a cold light brewing in his eyes.

“Going over account books.”

“Ask her to come over.”

“Yes.”

Butler Santana always felt that the living room was shrouded in a gloomy atmosphere, exceptionally oppressive, and a coldness was emanating from Sylvan.

Before long, Tomer arrived.

Half her hair had turned white, but her spirit was still good.

“Mr. Cheney,” she bowed her head and called out.

Sylvan was sitting on the sofa, legs crossed, a unlit cigarette in one hand, lightly stroking the sofa armrest with the other hand.

He did not speak immediately, just stared at Tomer for a long time.

Tomer stood there uneasily, feeling a piercing gaze on her back, but she did not dare to speak.

Sylvan took a glance at Tomer, and said coolly, “In a while, I plan to refurbish my mother’s tomb.”

Tomer breathed a sigh of relief.

That’s the matter?

“Mr. Cheney, the Madam would be very happy if she knew.”

“Nothing I did while she was alive made her happy, anything I do now is in vain,” Sylvan voiced out in a low tone.

“Mr. Cheney, the Madam would be happy seeing how well you are doing now, let alone how cute the young master is. This year, you can take the young master to visit the Madam.”

“My mother liked the fact that you served and accompanied her during her life.”

Sylvan’s fingertips lightly tapped, seeming unconcerned.

The sharp tug in Tomer’s heart prompted her to look up: “Mr. Cheney…”

“How about this, Tomer, there is only Elder Winesto at the cemetery, he is getting old and should retire, you take a couple of maids and accompany my mother, how about that?”

Sylvan’s lips formed a slight upward curve.

“Tomer, you have been loyal and devoted to my mother, even staying single, and I have taken note.”

“I’ve just been thinking, my mother is alone and helpless, other than you, I can’t find anyone more suitable to keep her company.”

Sylvan’s tone grew more somber, his eyes a hidden whirlpool of emotions.

“Mr. Cheney, these years Elder Winesto has always…” Tomer’s brows knit together.

Sylvan may be her junior, but she really didn’t dare to negotiate with Sylvan.

“I’ve said it, Elder Winesto is getting old, he should retire.” His tone turned even more austere and strict.

Tomer’s brows creased even more; Elder Winesto was just a couple of years older than her.

This…

“Tomer, prepare in the next few days to take over from Elder Winesto, take whoever you need from the Cheney Residence, they will serve as per your order.”

Having said that, Sylvan stood up and headed upstairs.

In the living room, Tomer stood in astonishment, watching Sylvan’s retreating figure.

The man’s retreating figure was both cold and harsh, his imposing manner made him irresistible.

In the large living room, only Tomer was left..