Chapter 647: Chapter 647: The Hidden Love in the Eyes


    “Death is a matter of destiny.” Sylvan Cheney’s mood was very depressed.


    He pulled out a box of cigarettes and lit one.


    Continuous rain threads fell on his face, the cold wind blew, cutting like a knife.


    The burning cigarette lit up and dimmed, just as the gloom in his eyes mirrored the dark sky, devoid of any light.


    Ynda Fern leaned on the tombstone, crying incessantly.


    Her tears mixed with the rainwater, her sobs bing breathless.


    “Don’t cry, your heart is not good, you can’t be too sad, let’s go home.” Sylvan held her arm.


    “Mr. Cheney, I really want to apany my grandfather in his voyage. I have no rtives in this world.”


    “Don’t talk nonsense.”


    Ynda couldn’t help but cry.<div>


    It was as if she would shed all of her tears in this lifetime.


    She cried incessantly, sobbing and sobbing, her face covered in tears.


    When Sylvan finished his cigarette the rain got heavier.


    “Let’s go, back to Cheney Residence.” Sylvan pulled her arm.


    “Mr. Cheney, I want to see my grandfather one more time…”


    “Don’t be stubborn, your grandpa loved you very much, he definitely wouldn’t want to see you so heartbroken.”


    “Mr. Cheney…”


    “Let’s go.”


    Sylvan didn’t make any fuss, instead, he asked Charles Mcintosh, who was with them, to take Ynda back to the car.


    “Mr. Cheney, aren’t you going back to Cheney Residence with me?”


    Sylvan did not respond.


    Instead, it was Charles who spoke: “Miss Fern, Mr. Cheney needs to go for a treatment, I’m afraid he can’t apany you.”


    “How long does it take? Can I apany you?” Ynda’s face showed urgency.


    “To T City, a week.” Charles said.


    “T City? It’s more than an hour by ne. Can I take care of you all the way?”


    “No need.” Sylvan Chen declined in a deep voice, “Your health wasn’t great in the first ce, you can’t stand too much hard work.”


    “Then Mr. Cheney, you take care.”


    “Hmm.”


    Sylvan sat in his Rolls-Royce.<div>


    Ynda, holding an umbre, watched him leave.


    The ce was not far from Cheney Residence, but it was deste and bleak.


    Especially under today’s gloomy sky, the ce carried an additional touch of tragedy and destion.


    As Charles drove, Sylvan closed his eyes.<div>


    The rain outside the car window flowed down the ss, turning into long streams.


    The windows had quickly be a blur, obscuring the scenery outside.


    Halfway through the ride, Sylvan’s phone started ringing.


    “Mr. Cheney, aren’t you back yet? It’s raining heavily outside, don’t catch a cold.” Jasmine Yale reminded him.


    Today was Saturday, she hadn’t woken up yet when he had left.


    After asking the servants, she still didn’t know where he had gone.


    Jasmine Yale’s sweet and clear voice echoed in the car.


    Sylvan slightly lifted the corner of his mouth.


    “If you catch a cold, it won’t be good. It’s almost time for lunch, are youing back for lunch? If youe back, I’ll have the kitchen make a few more dishes.”


    “Why not you make them personally?” Sylvan said in an amused voice.n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om


    “Didn’t you say it for yourself that what I make is not tasty? You’re such a picky eater, I can’t cater to you.”


    “You make something today.”


    Suddenly, he wanted to eat something she had cooked herself.<div>


    “Then when are youing back and what do you want to eat?”


    “Half an hourter.”


    “Mm.” Jasmine nced at the wall clock, half an hourter was exactly eleven-thirty, “So, I’ll make something casual?”


    “Hmm.”


    “If you say it’s not tasty, I won’t cook for you next time.” Jasmine said.


    Sylvanughed.


    “Little Chale isn’t as picky as you.” Jasmine huffed.


    “Jasy, are you praising our baby?”


    From the other end of the phone, the child’s voice came again.


    The smile on Sylvan’s face grew, a hidden indulgence in his eyes.