Fated love: the unwanted bride
Chapter 1294: Wedding Night

Chapter 1294: Chapter 1294: Wedding Night

Butler Santana heard the noise and hurried into the living room.

"Mr. Heath, I told you not to come in and disturb Mr. Cheney’s rest. Why didn’t you listen?" Butler Santana was somewhat angry.

Butler Santana saw the mess 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 me," 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 time since I attended an engagement party. Do the man and woman have to kiss at the engagement 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, meeting 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 come to the Cheney Residence anymore."

"Oh, I won’t come anymore." Joe Heath smiled, "No need to see me 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 come 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 merely 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 become so furiously angry.

There are a thousand poisons in the world, but lovesickness is beyond cure.

"Mr. Heath, please don’t come here anymore!" Butler Santana couldn’t help but remind him again.

The last time he came, Mr. Cheney didn’t look good.

This time, 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 me, 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 someone to death!

What does he mean 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 mess 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.