Fated love: the unwanted bride

Now, he was both Yolanda’s nominal brother and her attending physician.

Similarly, he was also the person Yolanda trusted the most now.

“Yolanda, it’s too late. Stop reading and rest early,” Chris advised.

His demeanor was calm and composed.

When he was young, he called Yolanda “sister,” but now, he prefers to call her by her name.

Yolanda looked up, glanced at Chris, and said with a smile, “I can’t sleep. I’ll read a little longer.”

The Chris in front of her was three years younger than she, but he seemed mature, steady, like a mountain, giving her great sense of security.

Moreover, she discovered that Chris was becoming more and more charming, no longer the little boy of the past.

“If you can’t sleep, I can chat with you.”

Chris lowered his head, his eyes fell on her face, his eyes as black as the night sky, distant and deep.

“Sure, what do you want to chat about?” Yolanda laughed, “Has anyone at the hospital pursued you? Hehe.”

There was no particular expression on Chris’s face, slightly embarrassed: “No.” “How can that be? My brother is so handsome; how could no one chase after you? Are you not interested in them, hmm?”

Chris felt a little uncomfortable and turned his gaze elsewhere: “You should continue reading.”

“Hey, don’t go!” Yolanda laughed harder.

Seriously, shy?

What’s there to be shy about?

Yolanda picked up the book, pulled out the exquisite bookmark, and started reading.

After flipping a few pages, her mind was not on the book.

Her thoughts drifted, slowly drifting towards Landon.

The autumn in Landon should be bleak, with fallen leaves covering the ground and frost falling everywhere.

The winter in Landon also comes early, with thick layers of snow by the time it arrives.

She left Landon after that incident and has been living in Lonton.

Thinking about it, it has been more than twenty years already.

“Yolanda, you haven’t flipped your book for quite some time.”

Chris walked in at some point, now holding a file in his hand.

His tone was very gentle, like the spring breeze in March, or a flowing stream, unhurried.

“Chris.” Yolanda closed the book.

Really, she couldn’t concentrate on reading.

“You’re thinking about him again, aren’t you?”

Chris’s tone remained calm, but his eyes were filled with flashing colors.

“No,” Yolanda quickly denied.

“Sister, look at this, the DNA report, I did it myself.” Chris handed over the file in his hand.

Yolanda hesitated to take it, her heart trembling.

Her pupils suddenly contracted, and her hand trembled a little.

A DNA report…

A while ago, when she went back to Landon, she asked Tomer the butler to help her find a chance to get Sylvan Cheney and Chale Cheney’s blood samples and urgently send them back to Lonton.

A few days ago, Tomer finally got the chance when Sylvan Cheney was injured on his arm.

After the samples were sent back, Yolanda handed them over to Chris.

Other than Chris, she didn’t trust anyone else.

Now—

The report was ready.

“Sister, if you don’t look at it, then I’ll take it away.” Chris pulled back his hand.

“No, give it to me!” Yolanda said excitedly as she got up.

Yet her face was devoid of any color.

Chris frowned, he didn’t like seeing Yolanda like this.

Yolanda slowly extended her hand, and Chris handed the report to her.

Although it was only a few thin pieces of paper, at this point, they felt like a heavy burden to Yolanda.

She did not know what she was feeling inside, it was complicated.

“Sister, when you gave me the blood samples, you should have prepared for all possible results,” Chris said calmly.

Yolanda nodded, yes, she had thought about it, thought about it thoroughly.

Therefore, now that she had the report, she should read it calmly, right?