Fated love: the unwanted bride

“Mr. Xadrian, aren’t the things we design intended for those who appreciate them?” Sylvan Cheney patiently questioned.

Charles McIntosh knew that Mr. Cheney had been exceedingly patient today.

“Is there anyone who appreciates it more than me?” Luka Xadrian said indifferently, “Since there isn’t, why should I give it to you?”

“Mr. Xadrian, why don’t we sit down and have a good chat? If my appreciation for it satisfies you, you can give it to me then,” Sylvan Cheney suggested slowly.

“I don’t have time.”

Luka Xadrian walked around Sylvan, his expression unchanged.

He moved to a farther flower garden, continuing to tend to the branches.

The fragrance of the ‘Blue Demoness’ permeated throughout the villa.

Sylvan’s eyes narrowed slightly.

Luka knew that these men couldn’t afford to waste time – after a while, they would surely leave.

Unexpectedly, Sylvan wasn’t that type of man.

Sylvan began to ascend the staircase to the villa.

Stopped in front of the cluster of Blue Demoness flowers.

“Mr. Xadrian, you seem to be fond of the Blue Demoness, any special reason?” Sylvan asked, leaning against the railing, looking down at Luka.

“Do I need a special reason to like something?” Luka retorted disdainfully.

“Your eyes tell me that there is a story.”

Sylvan stared at him intently.

“I do not like to talk to people who think they know it all, just leave.”

Luka’s face was clouded with irritation as he began to drive them off.

Charles understood that this wouldn’t be an easy negotiation.

Men free of desire like him couldn’t be swayed by anything.

But naturally, Sylvan wouldn’t leave. His sharp gaze and a slight slant at the corner of his lips hinted at his determination.

He glanced at the villa –

From the entrance, many peculiar items were visible.

Such as portraits of women, or baby items.

If the information obtained was accurate, why would a loner like Luka Xadrian have baby items at his home?

At his age, he was surely past raising children.

Could these simply be a designer’s quirks?

Sylvan didn’t think so.

Sylvan pushed open the door on the second floor, walking straight in.

“What are you doing?! Are you a bandit?!”

Luka finally lost his composure, his facial expression changing!

Dropping the scissors, he rushed towards the staircase.

But Sylvan’s bodyguard blocked him.

Charles came forward, addressing Luka, “Mr. Xadrian, our Mr. Cheney always plays fair. Of course, he doesn’t have much patience for those who don’t cooperate.”

Charles’s face wore an elegant smile, but his words carried a powerful deterrent.

Sylvan entered, and was met with more strange items.

There was a bowl of black herbal medicine on the table.

Medicine?

The information retrieved hadn’t mentioned Luka being sick.

Moreover, the medicine was already cold, indicating it had been brewed a long time ago.

Strange things filled the house.

After a glance, Sylvan left.

“Charles, let’s go.”

“Yes, Mr. Cheney.”

Charles finally let his bodyguard release him.

Luka’s expression was particularly cold. He sprinted upstairs, afraid that Sylvan would take something.

Sylvan walked towards his car parked by the road.

“Mr. Cheney, the ring… aren’t we taking it?” Charles asked.

“Does this Luka Xadrian seem familiar to you?”

Sylvan got into the car, his tall figure lazily leaning against the seat.

Charles furrowed his brow, shaking his head. “No.”

“Luka Xadrian, Hadley Ximenez.”

Sylvan’s voice was indifferent, but it was steeped in unrestrained coldness. His eyes glared with a vicious light.

Upon hearing the name “Hadley Ximenez,” Charles’s face turned pale..