Fated love: the unwanted bride Chapter 1518: 1518: She Wants Him to Be with Her for a Lifet

Chapter 1518: Chapter 1518: She Wants Him to Be with Her for a Lifeti

Jasmine Yale was so irritated that she rolled her eyes at Sylvan Cheney several tis.

However, upon reflection, she recognized that at that ti, the Cheney Family was in its most hectic and perilous phase, so his refusal was not without reason.

Alright, she didn’t need to make excuses for him—he was just an asshole.

She nuzzled in his embrace, softly calling out his na with tenderness, like a gentle breeze in March: “Sylvan Cheney…”

“Hmm?”

“You said you wouldn’t leave ; will you keep your word?”

“I will.”

Jasmine Yale tightened her hold on him, craving a sense of security and substantiality, possibly… holding him was the safest way.

For so reason, there always seed to be an empty feeling in her heart, unreal and vague.

Jasmine Yale’s soft hands caressed his chest, wondering if she was being too greedy in wanting him to be by her side for a lifeti.

Without saying more, she just snuggled in his arms.

The rain outside continued relentlessly.

Jasmine Yale slowly closed her eyes, listening to the steady beat of his heart.

Like this, it was very nice.

…

At the Cheney Family, Charles Mcintosh was busy in his office.

Ever since Sylvan Cheney handed over the Cheney Family to Jesse Rowan, he seldom ca by, leaving all the business and follow-up matters to him.

Today, as it rained, Charles Mcintosh imrsed himself in his work.

In his spare ti, he made a call to Sylvan Cheney.

“Mr. Cheney, at ho?”

“Yes, at ho.”

“The Cheney Family’s shares are still falling, should we intervene? Or, just leave it to Jesse Rowan.”

“What the Cheney Family becos entirely depends on Jesse Rowan’s own prowess.”

“Mr. Cheney, I still can’t quite accept this,” Charles Mcintosh sighed deeply, his somber gaze fixed on the hazy rain outside the window.

Raindrops hit the window, rged into thin streams, and andered down.

Just can’t accept it.

This was, after all, Sylvan Cheney’s domain.

“There’s nothing to accept or not to accept, I don’t even feel that strongly about it, but you, on the other hand…”

“Mr. Cheney, Jesse Rowan ca to the Cheney Family a few tis, really like a second-generation rich kid, not asking about business or departnts, heading straight for the Cheney Family’s observation deck, restaurant, swimming pool—those kinds of places,” Charles Mcintosh spoke with great dissatisfaction towards Jesse Rowan.

Through deeper contact in the past few days, he realized that Jesse Rowan knew all about food, drink, and play, but nothing about business.

“What he does has nothing to do with you, no need to bother yourself,” Sylvan Cheney was calm, “You’ve seen the business plan I gave you. Even if Jesse Rowan hadn’t stirred things up, I would still have planned to expand the business to Chicago. His actions rely expedited my plans.”

“Is it all because of Miss Yale?”

Sylvan Cheney neither denied nor confird it: “The business of the Cheney Family, especially in Landon, has nearly reached saturation over the years—to put it bluntly, there isn’t much profit to be made. You’re also aware of so early developnt problems of the Cheney Family, smuggling and other dark histories, you know them.”

“This ti it’s Yacob Harry who’s threatening; what about next ti? As long as these dirty dealings exist, the Cheney Family will be vulnerable to manipulation. If I can’t even manage the business well, how will I have the energy to protect my wife and children?”

Sylvan Cheney’s tone was gentle and asured, word by word.

He truly hadn’t felt particularly resigned or unwilling.

Even without this incident, the Cheney Family would have inevitably moved into the overseas market, injecting fresh lifeblood.

It was just a matter of sooner or later.