Fated love: the unwanted bride

Chapter 690: Living a Steady Life in the Next Life with Ann

Chapter 690: Chapter 690: Living a Steady Life in the Next Life with Ann

Recalling these past twenty years or so, Tomer felt deep sorrow.

Although so many years had passed, the memories washed over her like a relentless tide, battering her heart.

“Miss Fern, I do not know when I will see you again after your return to London this time,” Tomer sighed.

She was very fond of this girl, who, despite experiencing such hardship in her childhood, could still maintain her kindness and gentleness.

Fortunately, Chris had been taking care of her all these years, which put Tomer at ease slightly.

“There will be opportunities,” Yolanda smiled. “Tomer, you can also come to London to see me. You know my address.”

“Yes, Miss Fern, do take care. Mr. Fern, please look after Miss Fern well on the journey. She’s not in good health so please be patient. I’m counting on you.”

Chris nodded, “I know, I will take good care of her.”

“Is it not very hard work, being a doctor?” Tomer asked.

Yolanda laughed, “He’s at expert level now, he doesn’t need to be on daily shifts. He just has to fly all over the world for surgeries.”

“I see, Mr. Fern, you are truly amazing, an expert at such a young age,” Tomer reassured herself.

Seeing them in good spirits put her at ease.

“Miss Fern, I won’t disturb you any longer. Get some rest early and stop staying up late. I will help you pack your bags tomorrow,” Tomer said.

“Thank you.”

Having delivered her words, Tomer walked towards the living room.

As soon as the door closes, Yolanda held her forehead.

“Chris, my head hurts a bit. Do you have any painkillers?” Yolanda frowned.

“What happened? Why the sudden headache?”

“Maybe I’m just too tired today,” Yolanda furrowed her brows.

“I will take you back to your room to rest. Try not to take any medicine. I will get you to London as soon as possible.”

“Mhm.”

Chris, holding Yolanda, began climbing up the stairs.

Yolanda was light, like a little kitten in his arms, almost weightless.

Yolanda clung to Chris’s neck and silently buried her head in his chest.

Today had indeed been exhausting, going for parent-child identification, property certification, and getting the keys.

Some things were finally settling down.

Once everything was over, she could live her days peacefully. No one should try to hurt her again.

Chris gave her a couple of painkillers before coaxing her to sleep.

“Yolanda, be good, go to sleep early. I still have things to do,” Chris cooed like he was comforting a child.

“You should also come soon.”

“Ok. I will call some people in T City first.”

“I’ll wait for your call.”

Chris’s lips curled into a smile. He bent forward and gently kissed her forehead.

Her body was scented with fresh jasmine, a pleasant aroma with alluring charm.

Chris couldn’t resist giving a soft peck on her lips before he straightened his body.

“I’ll head downstairs first.” He turned off the bedside lamp for her.

In the darkness, Yolanda obediently nodded her head.

Chris went down to the porch to make a call.

“How are things going in T City?”

“There was a severe landslide on Sanjiang Road, it’s estimated that about fifteen people got buried.”

“Any sign of Sylvan Cheney’s car?”

“The rescue is still ongoing. The road is not easy to travel on, especially at night… Therefore, the specific situation is not very clear.”

“Understood,” Chris said.

After hanging up the phone, he started planning the itinerary.

Sylvan Cheney’s family had ruined Yolanda’s life. No matter what, they could never repay this debt.

With that thought, Chris gritted his teeth. His eyes glinted coldly and ruthlessly.

A myriad of sparkling reflections shattered within his eyes.

Dreadfully cold, darkly ominous.