LGHTNOVELBOOK Chapter 705 - 705: Love is about Mutually Supporting Each Other
Chapter 705: Chapter 705: Love is about Mutually Supporting Each Other
Chris Fern could only sigh at his inferior skills.
He had nothing else to say.
Game within game, scheme within scheme, Sylvan Cheney simply played along, pretending he knew nothing.
He let them move step by step into the trap, and when they thought they had reached the pinnacle, he came out and pushed them hard.
From then on, they would be beyond redemption.
“Chris Fern, you have extraordinary intelligence, but you chose the wrong object for revenge, and you wasted your love. You don’t deserve any sympathy.” Charles McIntosh said, “No one’s love would be like yours, moving forward step by step knowing it’s wrong. This is not love, this is harming others.”
“How dare you question my love? Charles McIntosh, have you ever been in love? If not, then stop making big statements!” Chris Fern was enraged.
His earlier calm and composure were swept away, and he lashed out at Charles McIntosh.
Charles McIntosh could only smile wryly.
It seemed that only “love” and “Yolanda Fern” could make this young man lose his cool.
Charles McIntosh sighed deeply, his eyes filled with dull gloom.
“True love is about mutual support, not about walking on a knife’s edge,” Charles McIntosh said, “you could have made her happy without taking unnecessary risks, but you chose an extreme approach. Are you going to give her anything she wants?”
“Yes, whatever she wants, I’ll give it to her! Charles McIntosh, you don’t understand! She’s so kind, she doesn’t ask for much, why shouldn’t I satisfy her? I just love seeing her smile, seeing her happy. As long as she’s happy, I’m willing to do anything. Charles McIntosh, you don’t understand, you don’t understand at all!”
“Hmm.” Charles McIntosh gave a lighthearted laugh.
Did he not understand?
How could he not understand…
Once upon a time, he was willing to give everything to her.
Even so, he would never indulge her.
Just as Charles McIntosh fell silent, a chill flickered in Chris Fern’s eyes.
“This time, did you and Sylvan Cheney not go to T City at all?” Chris Fern seemed to have figured something out.
Charles McIntosh couldn’t help but give a bitter laugh.
“Yes, the one who went to T City was a stand-in,” Charles McIntosh admitted to him, “Mr. Cheney and I, we never left Landon.”
“And where is Sylvan Cheney? Where is he?”
Chris Fern widened his eyes, scanning the surroundings.
However, all around were impenetrable steel walls, pitch black, nothing there!
The air was filled with a damp smell mixed with the scent of gunpowder ready to explode.
Chris Fern knew that this time, he and Yolanda had been thoroughly set up.
Perhaps, Sylvan Cheney had set up his defense lines long ago, waiting to make the final move and see them shatter into pieces.
That man, was unfathomably deep and cunning.
He was still too young, in terms of cunning and scheming, he was no match for Sylvan Cheney.
One must know, Sylvan was the one who had survived from the edge of the blade since childhood.
Charles McIntosh glanced at Chris Fern and raised his voice a bit: “Mr. Cheney, Doctor Fern is so eager to see you, aren’t you going to come out and meet him?”
The low, cold voice echoed in the underground passage.
Circles of ripples spun on the water’s surface, reflecting over and over again.
Chris Fern stared in terror, scanning the surroundings!
For a long while, a young man appeared against the backlight at the exit.
It was none other than Sylvan Cheney.
Sylvan Cheney was wearing a black overcoat, as always mature and restrained, his footsteps steady.
His hands were in the pockets of his overcoat, his figure tall and standing alone, his back perfectly straight.
His leather shoes fell on the ground, not too light, not too heavy, stopping behind Charles McIntosh.
A customary indifference was on Sylvan Cheney’s face, his thin lips pursed, expressing no emotion, his brows were cold and noble.
His whole body radiated a chilling coldness.
The air, turned a few degrees colder.