Fated love: the unwanted bride

Chapter 760: Chapter 760: Even If I Beg You…

I didn’t expect to be outwitted in my old age.

Sylvan Cheney didn’t say much, he was all too clear about Spencer Childe’s tactics.

If Chris Fern survives, he might be spared from capital punishment, but not from his guilt.

Spencer Childe sighed deeply over the phone.

Sylvan Cheney’s deep, thoughtful eyes looked out the window; outside, the sky was filled with a gloomy atmosphere, dense dark clouds gathered, and the north wind howled.

It seemed like it was going to rain.

“The weather’s cold, Grandpa, take care of your health.” Sylvan Cheney casually advised.

Despite some thaw in their relationship, he and Spencer Childe simply couldn’t get any closer emotionally.

“I know, I’ll go pay your mother a visit this afternoon.” Spencer Childe’s voice was steeped in a profound melancholy, “I haven’t visited her much all these years. She must be really lonely by herself.”

“It’s been so many years since that happened, don’t overthink.”

“Never mind for now, let’s talk more in the evening.”

Spencer Childe’s mood was like the gloomy sky outside the window, dark without a speck of light.

His eyes held cloudy depth that couldn’t be deciphered or dissolved.

His heart wouldn’t calm down, as if a drum was being repeatedly beaten.

He closed his eyes; there were no old tears, only boundless melancholy.

When Sylvan Cheney got back to the dining table, Chale Cheney had already run off somewhere.

There was Jasmine Yale’s bowl on the table, and Chale Cheney’s bowl, but he was the only one left.

Sylvan Cheney didn’t eat much either.

At half-past twelve, he knocked on the study door.

Jasmine Yale was dozing off at the desk, too weak to move.

“Who is it?” She called out sleepily.

“It’s me.”

Jasmine Yale was startled, all sleepiness driven away.

“What is it?” She rested her head on her hand, her gaze blankly staring at the study wall.

“Open the door.”

“Just say what you want to say.” Jasmine Yale didn’t want to see him.

“Are you still upset?”

Jasmine Yale found him especially annoying when he was like this; it had always been the same from their childhood to their adulthood.

A slap and then a piece of candy.

When he scolded her, he could berate her until she felt like she was in dire straits, leaving her so frustrated that her heart ached.

Afterward, he could then coax her as if nothing had happened.

“I’m reading, could you please not disturb me? I know this is your home and I have no right to say this, but I’m begging you… please don’t disturb me, I want to read in peace.”

“Open the door.” Sylvan Cheney stood at the door, tall and lean, his eyebrows knit together.

Despite wearing the most ordinary thin sweater, he couldn’t hide his imposing aura and charisma.

Jasmine Yale remained silent.

There was no way she was going to open the door.

Sylvan Cheney was shut out of the door by her, his eyebrows knitted together tightly and his face rather gloomy.

Chale Cheney came bouncing over sometime later, tilting his face up as he tugged at Sylvan Cheney’s clothes.

“Dad, how come you don’t know how to coax a girl? You’re so clueless.” Chale Cheney looked at him with disdain.

“Nonsense.”

Sylvan Cheney was displeased. He shook off Chale’s hand and walked away with long strides.

The little guy stared at Sylvan Cheney’s retreating figure, protesting in his mind about his obvious denial.

After a while, the little guy’s brain churned, and he scampered downstairs.

When he ran back to the study, he held a bright red rose in his hand.

The rose was taken from a vase; he had picked the prettiest one.

“Jasy!” Chale Cheney knocked on the door, “It’s me, your baby brother.”

After knocking once, there was no response from inside.

Helpless, Chale Cheney knocked again.

“It’s me, your baby brother, not the Wolf Grandma.”