Fated love: the unwanted bride

When Tomer got off the carriage, he noticed that there were guests at the Cheney Residence.

A deep blue BMW was parked outside.

Under the sunlight, the car radiated a dazzling shine and an air of nobility.

The house staff were standing, awaiting the young master.

It wasn’t until he got inside the house that Tomer realized the guest was none other than Miss Lana Fern.

Lana Fern was dressed in a bold red shirt, her smile both generous and gentle.

On seeing Chale Cheney enter, she approached him and lifted him up: “My my, it’s been a while, Chale. Do you remember Aunt Lana?”

“Aunt Lana,” Chale Cheney uttered.

“Such a smart boy, let Aunt Lana see, you’ve grown taller and more handsome.”

“Can you put me down?” Chale Cheney blinked.

“Oh,” Lana Fern thought the little tyke didn’t like being held, so she put him down.

Chale Cheney wrinkled his nose, he didn’t like the smell of Lana Fern’s perfume. It smelled unpleasant.

“Did the second Miss Fern have breakfast yet? I will ask the maids to prepare,” Tomer said.

“I’ve eaten, no need. Tomer, many years have passed but you’re still so energetic. I brought you a gift, I hope you won’t reject it,” Lana Fern smiled.

“Second Miss Fern, you really shouldn’t have, you’re too kind.”

“It’s nothing.”

Lana Fern signaled, asking the house staff to bring in the things she had bought.

“Second Miss Fern, you’ve returned to the country too?” Tomer was curious.

Yolanda Fern and Lana Fern had been living abroad for many years, not returning to Landon. So, what wind had blown Lana Fern back this time?

Could she have followed Mr. Cheney back?

But, Elder Cheney hadn’t mentioned anything about it.

“I’m planning to develop my career here.”

“That’s great, what about the eldest Miss Fern?” Tomer wanted to hear about Yolanda Fern’s situation.

“My sister’s health… as you know, Tomer, she’s temporarily unable to return.”

Upon saying this, Lana Fern’s eyes welled up. She took out a tissue to dab the corners of her eyes.

Tomer was lost in thought, the look of pain evident on his face.

“Miss Fern, here are your things.” A servant arrived carrying gift boxes.

Lana Fern brought many things – gifts for Tomer, for the house staff, and for Chale Cheney as well.

The gift boxes all laid out on the table were quite a spectacle.

Lana Fern opened one of them, a small box of blue satin.

Inside the box was a gold bracelet. It was dragon and phoenix styled, dazzlingly shiny.

“I’m not sure what Tomer likes, so this bracelet is for you. It’s a small token of appreciation. I hope you’ll accept it,” Lana Fern was very modest.

She picked up the box and walked over, reaching out for Tomer’s hand.

“Second Miss Fern…”

Resistance was evident on Tomer’s face.

“It fits so well, seems like I’ve got good taste. This bracelet is perfect for you, Tomer,” Lana Fern laughed, “You must accept it. Otherwise, you don’t like me.”

Feigning a bit of coyness to Tomer…

Unable to refuse, Tomer let Lana Fern lead him by the hand.

Chale Cheney was disinterested in adult conversations, but he was quite intrigued by the big house.

While they were talking, he quietly snuck upstairs.

Wow, there was a big room on the second floor!

He softly pushed the door open!

Whoa, this is huge!

Chale Cheney tiptoed around the room, taking a look here and there.

This room had the same style as the boring old room of his father. Could it be Elder Cheney’s bedroom?

But in this bedroom, he saw both men’s and women’s items.

Like a black fountain pen, and a floral notebook.

Oh god, he had always thought that Elder Cheney didn’t like women, but now…

This was terrifying, Elder Cheney was scary.

“Young master, how did you get up here!” Tomer came rushing up the stairs, promptly picking up Chale Cheney, “This is Mr. Cheney’s bedroom, and no one can enter without permission, do you understand?”

“No one is allowed in?” Chale Cheney asked, batting his wide eyes..