Fated love: the unwanted bride
Chapter 1177 They Want to Discuss Private Matters

Chapter 1177: Chapter 1177 They Want to Discuss Private Matters

His bedroom was very large, and Jasmine Yale, having eaten her fill, had no desire to sit any longer.

She wandered back and forth in his bedroom.

The cold wind outside rustled the branches with a "shushing" sound, and the fog had not yet lifted, everywhere a vast expanse of white.

She saw servants moving around below, everything was very calm.

The bedroom had been cleaned up at some point; there were no longer any bottles or glasses on the floor, and the cabinets she had opened were all closed.

"Sylvan Cheney..." she called his name.

Just then, she saw a black Land Rover park in the Cheney Residence’s courtyard.

It was a car she did not recognize, not one from Sylvan Cheney’s garage.

Jasmine hid herself, standing behind the curtains, watching the outside.

Soon, a middle-aged man got out of the car, someone she did not know.

Minutes later, a middle-aged woman in a white coat and wrapped in a red shawl also got out of the car.

The middle-aged man helped her out of the car.

Jasmine’s eyes widened. Wasn’t that Cora Jorney?

She didn’t recognize the man, but she recognized Cora Jorney!

So, did that mean that this middle-aged man was Cora Jorney’s husband, Yacob Harry?

After the pair got out, the car doors closed, and no one else got out.

Not long after, a black Rolls-Royce stopped, and Sylvan Cheney got out, dressed in a black suit.

His expression was stern, impeccably dressed; his side profile deep and mysterious, his whole being exuded a vibe of ascetic coldness.

Butler Santana came out to greet the guests, and a group of servants also dared not to make a sound, standing outside with their heads bowed in welcome.

Jasmine, upstairs, froze, daring not to wander, completely stunned.

It was Joan Harry’s parents.

The Cheney Residence was Sylvan Cheney’s private domain, if it were business-related, they would not choose to talk at the Cheney Residence, nor at this time.

Without a doubt, they must be discussing private matters.

What private business could Sylvan Cheney have to discuss with the Harry Family? Surely it was about his marriage to Joan Harry.

The word "marriage" made Jasmine’s heart skip a beat, a mysterious feeling washing over her from head to toe.

A sparkle flickered in her bright, dewy eyes.

She hid behind the curtain, her hands clutching the fabric tightly, her eyes fixed on the scene below.

It was her first time seeing Yacob Harry, and indeed, officials were different; he moved with solid steps, greeted Sylvan with a sober nod, and no unnecessary smiles.

Cora Jorney, on the other hand, seemed much more at ease, her smile dignified and beautiful, with a noble charm.

Her ears today were adorned with elegant earrings; she wore no glasses, appearing much younger than before, very alluring.

So these were Joan Harry’s parents.

She genuinely envied Joan Harry—good family background, beautiful appearance, high education, everything was perfect...

All that was missing was a husband like Sylvan Cheney.

Although Sylvan was beastly towards her, Jasmine knew that he always behaved like a gentleman in front of others; he would definitely not treat Miss Harry badly.

At least he wouldn’t scream at her like he did with Jasmine.

Was this why he hadn’t let her leave at this time?

Because Joan Harry’s parents were visiting today? Was he afraid they’d run into her?

Indeed, such an encounter would be difficult to explain, especially since she was so familiar with Cora Jorney.

Jasmine could understand Sylvan Cheney’s predicament.

Soon, Sylvan led Joan Harry’s parents into the living room, and the servants still stood outside, respectful and obedient.

Jasmine drew the curtains close and silently walked back to the dining table.

For the moment, she was going nowhere.

The table still held the remains of an uneaten breakfast.