Fated love: the unwanted bride
Chapter 1004 - Chapter 1004 Chapter 1004 A Well-Matched Marriage

Chapter 1004: Chapter 1004: A Well-Matched Marriage Chapter 1004: Chapter 1004: A Well-Matched Marriage After she finished speaking, Joan Harry ran off like a little rabbit.

As she left, a faint fragrance lingered in the air.

This elegant scent didn’t fade away for a long time.

“I really came at a bad time, my apologies,” Zaiden Santos chuckled lightly. “Feeling any better?”

“It’s nothing serious.”

“That’s good, I’ll just sit for a bit and then leave, so I won’t disturb you,” said Zaiden, his gaze ambiguous.

His visit indeed came at an inconvenient time, interrupting Sylvan Cheney and Joan Harry.

It seemed that the two of them were progressing well, faster than he had expected.

That’s good, Sylvan was getting on in years; it was time to settle down and find a mother for his son.

He couldn’t remain single forever; that would be preposterous.

Sylvan rubbed his temples; rumors about him had apparently spread, and one by one, people came to visit.

“You seem quite busy lately,” Sylvan remarked casually.

“Yes, I’ve been traveling for work quite a bit. It’s rare to have a day not spent on a plane. Tomorrow morning, I have another trip to T City.”

Zaiden sat in a chair and chatted with Sylvan for a while.

Because he didn’t want to disturb Sylvan and Joan, he soon stood up.

In his view, Joan was a fine match, though much younger than Sylvan; she wasn’t spoiled like most young women but was instead gentle and considerate.

He had already noticed the red date porridge and the peeled apple on the table.

A sticker of Hello Kitty on the thermos flask clearly indicated it belonged to a girl.

She and Sylvan complemented each other well.

Sylvan was extremely busy with his career and work, seldom taking care of himself, but having Joan around would make a difference.

Joan would take good care of Sylvan, at least ensuring he wouldn’t end up in the hospital for drinking again.

Similarly, she would take care of Chale Cheney as well.

In Zaiden’s eyes, Joan and Sylvan were a perfect match.

Not just in terms of their compatible personalities, but also their status and influence supported each other perfectly.

If they were together, it would undoubtedly be a well-matched marriage.

And Joan would certainly make a good wife and mother.

After a while, the door of the hospital room was knocked again.

Charles McIntosh stood outside.

Zaiden rose from his seat: “Take care of yourself, I’ll head back now.”

“Let me walk you out,” said Charles.

“No need, my car is downstairs; stay put,” Zaiden declined politely and left.

With Zaiden gone, Charles then entered the hospital room and shut the door behind him.

He strode long-legged to the bedside, lowered his voice and said, “Mr. Cheney, Chris Fern has awakened.”

Charles’s face was calm and composed.

Sylvan’s pupils constricted, his gaze intense, and his face took on a solemn hue.

A sternness swept over his usually austere face as he looked at Charles, his brows furrowed, “When?”

“Just now.”

It had been months, at last.

The hospital had been keeping him alive daily, performing several major and minor surgeries, yet the results were not significant.

Just last week, the doctors mentioned there was still blood clotted inside his skull and feared he might not wake up for a while.

They had been prepared for the possibility that Chris Fern wouldn’t wake up this year, but unexpectedly, he had awakened just now.

“Is someone keeping a close watch on him?” Sylvan asked.

“There are people watching, but…” Charles hesitated.

“But what? Did something happen?”

“No, it’s just that he seems to remember nothing,” Charles reported truthfully. “The hospital called me, I haven’t had the chance to see him yet.”

“Amnesia?” Sylvan’s eyes turned sharp, his expression darkened.