Fated love: the unwanted bride

Three years ago, when Charles Mcintosh held the little fellow in his arms, he knew he’d taken on another responsibility.

He’d always thought he wasn’t that fond of children.

But unexpectedly, the little tyke had already spent three years by his side.

“Mr. Cheney, it’s time for boarding.”

Someone came over at this moment.

“Hmm.”

Sylvan Cheney put down the magazine in his hand and placed his coat over his arm.

Charles followed Sylvan and walked towards the airplane.

Once inside the first-class cabin, Sylvan Cheney seated himself, crossed his legs and his face looked slightly worn out.

His usually stern face wore a new layer of fatigue.

“Mr. Cheney, take some rest.”

Charles knew that Sylvan had been very busy recently, only managing to catch a few hours of sleep every night.

He was not only dealing with Spencer Childe’s matters but also handling many domestic affairs.

“Bring me Luka Xadrian’s data.”

Sylvan’s face remained calm as ever, his mouth curving into a faint, deep-frowning arc.

“There isn’t much data on Xadrian, just the information related to his recovery from mental illness.”

Charles took out a slim file from the suitcase he brought along.

And handed it to Sylvan.

Sylvan took it. Indeed, not much.

Just a few sheets of paper.

Sylvan read through them one by one. Luka Xadrian, a senior jewelry designer.

Indeed, the man’s profile was very simple.

“Why isn’t there a photo?” Sylvan asked.

His finger traced the pages.

“Mr. Cheney, Xadrian keeps a low profile and doesn’t make many public appearances. There are few photos, so I didn’t include any.”

“Hmm.”

He would meet him eventually anyway.

Sylvan had dealt with numerous people, but this type was a first.

However, he had unwavering faith that there was no one he couldn’t handle.

The ends of his lips curved upwards, revealing a confident and resolute grin.

The flight to Samme Francisco took more than a dozen hours.

By the time they made it to Samme Francisco, Charles had already arranged for their accommodations and the car.

The car came to a stop by a lake.

The surroundings were scenic, with mist shrouding the nearby forest.

There were a few households scattered around, along with a natural pasture.

The lush green grass covered the uneven hills, the air was filled with the scent of the water and a strong woody fragrance.

“Mr. Cheney, it’s said that Luka Xadrian lives here.”

Charles pointed to a small two-story villa not far away.

The villa was of a simple design, primarily made out of wood, and its garden was full of roses.

With his hands tucked in his trouser pockets, Sylvan’s face was solemn, and a subdued and modest light filled his eyes.

“Blue Demoness…”

Sylvan looked at the villa, muttering under his breath.

“Yes, Xadrian is very fond of the Blue Demoness,” Charles explained, “I didn’t expect this villa to be full of such flowers. It’s weird.”

As they neared, the fragrance just hit their noses.

Each large blue bloom was deeper than sea water.

It was like a dream, like a deep abyss.

Thoughts of that ring occurred to Sylvan—

The design of the ring was also a Blue Demoness.

It was exotic, charming, and refined.

A man this fond of roses?

A cryptic smile tugged at the corners of Sylvan’s lips.

Sylvan did not move, and everyone behind him silently followed, not daring to overstep.

The sun shone brightly on the two-story villa, the light was abundant, and the air was pleasant.

This place really seemed suitable for retirement.

The chirping of countless birds filled the air, vegetation was so lush, and the sound of streaming water could be heard.

The Blue Demoness roses were blooming silently everywhere, sprinkling petals all over the ground.

As the wind blew, the blue petals flew up into the air.

It was dreamlike and full of magic.

Their fragrance was overwhelming..