Chapter 1294: Chapter 1294: Wedding Night
Butler Santana heard the noise and hurried into the living room.
“Mr. Heath, I told you not to co in and disturb Mr. Cheney’s rest. Why didn’t you listen?” Butler Santana was sowhat angry.
Butler Santana saw the ss on the floor and was startled.
Mr. Heath must have angered Mr. Cheney.
Otherwise, Mr. Cheney would not have gotten so furious; his complexion looked terrible.
Butler Santana stood in front of Joe Heath, preventing him from getting closer to Sylvan Cheney.
“It’s okay, it’s okay, my older brother has a good temper and doesn’t hold grudges against ,” Joe Heath said, squinting with a smile. “Right, big brother?”
“Mr. Heath, please leave.”
“Oh.”
Joe Heath straightened his sleeves and stood up.
He no longer looked at Sylvan Cheney but turned his gaze to Butler Santana.
“Butler Santana, it’s been a long ti since I attended an engagent party. Do the man and woman have to kiss at the engagent party?”
“I… I don’t know.”
“Hey hey hey, Butler Santana, I’m going to have a little nephew soon. I’m so happy, and your Mr. Cheney must be even happier,” Joe Heath said with a smirk, snapped his fingers, and whistled, looking fearless.
“Mr. Heath, what are you talking about!” Butler Santana frowned.
What little nephew.
Joe Heath continued speaking as he walked out, his departure casual and effortless.
“Life’s four great joys, Butler Santana. Do you know what they are?”
“I don’t know.”
“Rain after a long drought, eting an old friend in a foreign land, a wedding night, passing the imperial exams. A wedding night, a wedding night…”
“Mr. Heath, please don’t co to the Cheney Residence anymore.”
“Oh, I won’t co anymore.” Joe Heath smiled, “No need to see out, I can find my way on my own.”
Butler Santana escorted him to the entrance of the Cheney Residence.
Joe Heath’s Porsche was parked outside.
Butler Santana furrowed his brow: “Mr. Heath, don’t co here again!”
“I understand.” Joe Heath was not in a hurry to leave. He looked at Butler Santana and said, “Butler Santana, Mr. Cheney’s illness… it’s incurable.”
“Mr. Heath, how can you say that? Aren’t you cursing Mr. Cheney?”
Joe Heath rely smiled and said nothing more.
Could Sylvan Cheney’s illness really be cured?
If Jasmine Yale really did get married, Sylvan Cheney’s life would be ruined.
Joe Heath had known Sylvan Cheney since they were children. He knew that even when facing a despicable person like Teagan Cheney, Sylvan would never beco so furiously angry.
There are a thousand poisons in the world, but lovesickness is beyond cure.
“Mr. Heath, please don’t co here anymore!” Butler Santana couldn’t help but remind him again.
The last ti he ca, Mr. Cheney didn’t look good.
This ti, it was even worse.
Butler Santana really didn’t know what Joe Heath had said to Mr. Cheney.
“I understand, I understand,” Joe Heath waved his hand, as he wasn’t that free. “I’m leaving now. You go back and take care of Mr. Cheney. If anything happens to him, his son would have to be taken care of by , and I can’t afford that, really can’t!”
Saying so, Joe Heath started the car, closed the window, and left.
Butler Santana was also quite upset. Who talks like that?
It could infuriate soone to death!
What does he an by ‘if anything happens’?
Mr. Heath really doesn’t know how to speak appropriately.
After Joe Heath left, Butler Santana hurried back to the Cheney Residence.
There was no one in the living room, and Mr. Cheney was nowhere to be found.
Sylvan Cheney’s laptop was still on the sofa. The living room was quiet, only the ss remained.
Butler Santana didn’t dare disturb Sylvan Cheney and silently cleaned up the broken pieces on the floor.
Unintentionally, she found a pile of red paper scraps.
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