Fated love: the unwanted bride

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LjChapter 772: Thank you, Mr. Cheney

Sylvan Cheney had been drinking, and he had drunk quite a bit.

However, he had a high tolerance for alcohol and people could hardly tell when he was drunk.

But drinking too much could easily give him a headache, and nicotine could help to alleviate it.

Sylvan Cheney was very tall, standing under the eaves, he exuded a strong aura of oppression and charisma.

“Could you give Joan a lift on your way, Sylvan? She is not accustomed to living in the manor and wants to return home,” Yacob Harry said.

“No need to trouble Mr. Cheney, Dad, I’ll wait for the driver to come and pick me up,” Joan Harry said, feeling somewhat uneasy and clutching Yacob Harry’s arm.

“It’s no trouble,” Spencer Childe said, “Sylvan, could you give Joan a ride, as the Harry’s driver has gone to drop some guests.”

Sylvan Cheney did not say much, just nodded, “Come with me.”

“Thank you very much, Sylvan.” Yacob Harry felt a little bad.

The servants in the manor brought umbrellas for Sylvan Cheney and Joan Harry.

Under the large black umbrella, Joan Harry appeared exceptionally petite. Her high heels were stepping into puddles, and she was walking slowly.@@novelbin@@

There was still some distance to Sylvan Cheney’s Rolls-Royce, it was extremely cold outside and Joan Harry couldn’t help but hug her arms tightly.

Sylvan Cheney took off his suit coat and gave it to her, “Put it on.”

“Thank you, Mr. Cheney,” said Joan Harry, feeling somewhat embarrassed, “Aren’t you cold?”

“I’m fine.”

She put on the coat and instantly felt warmer.

The coat still had Sylvan Cheney’s body warmth, she lowered her head, looking at the path beneath her feet.

Joan Harry was wearing gold high heels that were half soaked due to the water.

The maid was holding the umbrella behind them, with Sylvan Cheney and Joan Harry leading the way.

The rainwater floated onto Sylvan Cheney’s face, he slightly lifted his eyes, his deep gaze looking straight ahead.

The night was dark, and the rain was heavy in the early morning.

“Mr. Cheney, thank you for coming to my father’s wine party, he says he’s very grateful to you for coming,” Joan Harry said softly.

“It’s my duty.”

Joan Harry was not very familiar with Sylvan Cheney, and for a moment, she didn’t know what to talk about.

Luckily, the distance from their location to the Rolls-Royce was just ten minutes.

Petals of roses, lilies, and baby’s breath littered the ground of the manor…

Joan Harry wrapped herself tightly in Sylvan Cheney’s coat.

Looking up, she saw that Sylvan Cheney was only wearing a thin vest and shirt, and she felt a little embarrassed.

She was not short, but standing next to Sylvan Cheney, even on her high heels, she barely reached his shoulder.

“My father says you’re very impressive, Mr. Cheney, he told me that the Cheney Group in the city center is owned by you,” Joan Harry said.

“Your Uncle Harry is flattering me,” Sylvan Cheney said, his tone indifferent.

His voice was deep and raspy from the alcohol he had consumed.

“I studied finance at Kolumbia, my father suggests that I should learn as much as I can from you, he also said that Mr. Santos is a finance genius,” Joan Harry was making small talk with Sylvan Cheney.

“Have you graduated, Miss Harry?”

“I’ll be graduating this Summer, I came back for the internship.”

“Oh.”

Joan Harry did not drink much, but her face was still slightly flushed.

She heard that Sylvan Cheney was a man of few words so she did not make further attempts to strike up a conversation.

When close to him, she could smell the faint scent of alcohol and an even fainter hint of agarwood on him.

Sylvan Cheney put out his cigarette when they reached the door of the Rolls-Royce.

He opened the car door for Joan Harry.

“Thank you, Mr. Cheney.” Joan Harry smiled slightly, lifted her skirt, and stooped to get into the car.

Her high heels were wet, and the shoe surface was covered with black mud.

There were water droplets scattered on her white dress.