Chapter 552
Mrs. Chase''s understanding made Sydney feel a warm current run through her body." Thank you for
your understanding."
"Don''t say that. It’s not your fault." Mrs.
Chase took a sip of coffee and said, "It’s his father and I who are to me.”
"Why?" Sydney froze for a moment, puzzled.
Mrs. Chase rubbed her brow. "Luke''s father and I have been too strict with him. We did not allow
him to make decisions on his own, so Luke became timid in his work and private life.”
Mrs. Chase took another sip of coffee and sighed. "If his father and I had been a little more liberal in
educating him and let him make decisions, he might have gathered the courage to tell you how he
felt after he found that he fell in love with you."
Sydney forced a smile without saying anything.
Mrs. Chase looked at Sydney. "Answer me honestly. If Luke had told you his feelings many years
ago, would you have been with him?"
This question made Sydney dumbfounded for a while before she replied, "I don''t know. If Luke had
done that before I met Julien, maybe I would have been with him."
After all, at that time, she and Luke were not intimate friends yet, and she might have been attracted
to him.
Hearing Sydney''s answer, Mrs. Chase shook her head and said regretfully, "Luke is useless. He
missed the chance."
As Sydney said, if Luke had told her how he felt back then, Sydney might have been with him.
But Luke did not have the courage.
"I see." Mrs. Chase smiled bitterly, "So you won’t be with Luke, right?"
Sydney nodded. "I''m sorry. I have no feelings for Luke."
"Okay. I understand." Mrs. Chase stirred her coffee. "I came to you just to ask that. If you like Luke, I
will persuade you to give him a chance to pursue you. If not, I will go back and persuade Luke to let
it go. Otherwise, you will feel pressured." "Thank you." Sydney was so moved that her eyes turned
red.
Mrs. Chase patted the back of her hand affectionately. "You don''t need to thank me. I''m doing this
not only for you but more for Luke. You don''t like Luke. If I force you to be with Luke, Luke won''t be
happy, so I’d better advise Luke to let it go."
"You''re right." Sydney nodded.
The two of them talked for almost an hour in the cafe.
Finally, Mrs. Chase said goodbye to Sydney and left the cafe after receiving a call from her friend,
who asked Mrs. Chase to go to the beauty salon.
Sydney went to the roadside with Mrs. Chase and watched Mrs. Chase get into the car before going
back to the cafe to settle the bill.
After that, she was ready to go home.
However, just after she walked out of the cafe, she received a call from Julien.
While walking towards her car, Sydney said on the phone, "Mr. Flint."
Hearing this, Julien frowned.
She called him too politely.
He decided to find a chance to change the way she addressed him.
"I heard from the bodyguards that Mrs.
Chase met you," Julien said as he stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of his office, looking
at the bustling city.
Sydney frowned. "You told your two bodyguards to spy on me?"
Hearing the unhappiness in her voice, Julien realized that she had misunderstood him. He then
exined," No. They won''t tell me what you are doing unless you''re in danger." "Danger?" Sydney
opened the driver''s door, got into the car, and closed the door while saying dissatisfiedly, "I just met
Luke''s mom. How could I be in danger?"
"You''ve forgotten that you and Luke have almost fallen out. I was worried that Mrs. Chase would
make trouble for you because she loves her son." Julien turned around and walked toward his desk.
So he was worried about this.
Sydney gave a wry smile, stopped frowning, and said resignedly, "Don''t worry. Mrs. Chase is not
that kind of person. She is very open-minded. I indeed hurt Luke, but Mrs. Chase did not me me.
She evenforted me."
"Is that so?" Julien narrowed his eyes, obviously uneasy about her situation.
Sydney turned the car key to start the car, put the phone between her ear and shoulder, and
fastened the seat belt. "Of course, Mrs. Chase told me not to me myself."
"So she didn''t me you?"
"Of course."
"That''s good." Julien nodded with relief.
Sydney put her phone on the phone stand, put Julien on speakerphone, and asked, "So you''re
calling me to ask this?"
"Yes," Julien replied. "I''m worried about you."
Sydney nced at the phone with a slight smile. "You think too much. Well, I''m driving. Talk to you
later."
"Okay. Drive safely," Julien said.
Sydney smiled. "I know. Bye."
Hanging up the phone, Sydney changed up and elerated.
Half an hourter, she arrived at Skylight.
Sydney walked into her office with Sean following her.
Sydney came to the desk, pulled out the chair, and sat down. "Please book me a flight ticket to
Kingthene for the day after tomorrow."
"Yes, Ms. Raines." Sean nodded, thought of something, and asked, "Do you need me to book a
hotel room for you?"
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"No. My friend will arrange it," Sydney said as she turned on herputer.
Sean pushed her sses. "Got it. I''ll book the flight ticket right now."
Meanwhile, she took out her phone.
Half a minuteter, Sean sent the ticket code to Sydney. "I''ve booked a first-ss ticket for 2 p.m.
the day after tomorrow."
Sydney said with satisfaction, "Okay, you can go..."
Before she could finish her words, there was a knock on the office door.
Sydney inclined her head. "Come in."
The door was pushed open. Luke came in with an anxious look as if something big had happened.
When Sean saw him, her expression instantly changed. She panicked and lowered her head,
seemingly afraid of being seen by him.
Luke didn''t notice her.
He could only see Sydney at that moment.
He came to Sydney with his hands on the desk, breathing heavily.
Sydney looked at him in surprise. "Luke, why are you here?"
In the past two days, because of the quarrel, he had not appeared in front of her. She called and
texted him, but he did not answer or reply.
So she had been worried that he would be desperate and do something stupid.
When she heard Mrs. Chase say that he had drunk a lot, she felt even more anxious.
So she was happy to see him here.
"Did my mother meet you?" Luke asked, gasping.