Fated love: the unwanted bride

It hurt a lot.

But he just frowned, not making a sound.

Yolanda sighed. This young brother of hers had a very stubborn character.

He wouldn’t admit when he was in pain and wouldn’t share his troubles, even with his sister.

“Stay still, let me take care of your wound. Don’t go against Mr. Cheney again, you’ll be at a disadvantage. Don’t you know his temperament?” Yolanda said lightly.

“I don’t understand his feelings for this Jasmine!” Chris Fern said coldly, “Yolanda, you are prettier than Jasmine, gentler than Jasmine, and more sensible. In every way better than her. What is Mr. Cheney thinking?”

Chris Fern was frustrated, his tone harsh.

“Look at you, getting angry again.” Yolanda said, “Stay still, I’m treating your wound.”

Chris Fern closed his eyes and let Yolanda clean the blood off him.

Yolanda’s eyes were filled with tenderness while she worked carefully.

Her body exuded a subtle, pleasant fragrance of Magnolia.

Chris Fern looked up at her, his gaze resting on her clear, bright eyes.

“You don’t need to plead with him for me in the future,” Chris Fern said.

Yolanda laughed lightly.

She laughed at his childishness.

“What are you saying? We’re family, and we should support each other. Mr.

Cheney has been so caring of us and you treat him like an enemy.”

“Yolanda…” Chris furrowed his brows.

“Alright, quiet now, let me treat your wound.”

“Did I upset him? Are you mad at me?” Chris asked as he looked into her big eyes.

“You and he both hold a special place in my heart, how could I be angry? You’re acting like a child,” Yolanda laughed.

Chris Fern said nothing more, sitting quietly on the sofa, letting Yolanda treat his wounds.

Yolanda was like a graceful plum blossom, weak to the winds but exuding elegance and gentleness.

Her every move was gentle and meticulous.

When she finished treating his wound, she sat next to him on the sofa.

Chris didn’t talk much, he was always quiet since he was young.

Yolanda also wasn’t much of a talker. They went on sitting next to each other without saying a word.

“Sister, when did you arrive? Why didn’t you call me?” Chris asked.

“Grandpa called me, so I came.”

“Are you feeling better recently? Is it boring in Landon?”

“No, you don’t know how cute Chale Cheney is. I enjoy spending time with him every day.” Yolanda’s face lit up with a smile.

Chris lapsed into melancholy.

It took him a while to nod his head: “As long as you’re happy.”

“Come to Landon when you have time, I’ll show you around,” Yolanda said, “You’re now a world-renowned cardiologist, flying around performing surgeries, you must be tired?”

She always knew that her younger brother was a medical prodigy.

The effort he put in was hundred, if not thousand times more than ordinary people.

She saw this all growing up.

“I’m alright, I’m used to it,” Chris Fern said with a crooked smile.

He stood up and poured a cup of hot water for Yolanda.

At that moment, her mobile phone rang. Yolanda picked up the call.

“Sister, it’s me, Lana.” Lana Fern sounded both urgent and anxious on the other end, “Sister, I heard you went to Sinkapore?”

“Yeah, what’s up?”

“I was just about to find you, but you’re not in Landon. I have something to show you, hang up and check WeChat.”

Yolanda was confused, her face filled with puzzlement.

“Lana, what’s going on?”

“I’ll explain later, first check what I sent you, then give me a call back.” Lana Fern hurriedly responded..