Fated love: the unwanted bride - Chapter 655 - Chapter 655: Chapter 655: Can you forget about it? Forget it...

Chapter 655: Chapter 655: Can you forget about it? Forget it…

As soon as he entered, he saw Yolanda crying with her phone in hand, her shoulders shaking uncontrollably.

“Had a nightmare?” Chris approached and pulled her into his arms, “Don’t be scared, I’m here.”

Yolanda was in a white nightgown, lightly fragranced with floral scent.

Upon his arrival, she immediately buried her head in his chest.

“Chris, I dreamt of my grandfather. I was so frightened. He wanted me to accompany him. I don’t want to, I don’t…” She was sobbing heavily.

Yolanda was pressed close to Chris, her hands clutching his nightgown tightly.

Tears wetted Chris’s nightwear.

Her crying was severe. Her eyes were bloodshot and water droplets hung from her long eyelashes.

“It’s nothing, just a dream, Yolanda. You might need some calming medicine. How about I brew you some tea? Okay?” Chris consoled her.

As he said it, Chris attempted to stand up.

Yolanda wrapped her arms tightly around him, shaking her head vehemently.

“Don’t leave, I’m scared.” She choked out.

Helplessly, Chris sighed, stroking her hair gently, pressing her into his chest, guarding her.

“Must be because you visited the graveyard in the morning. That’s a gloomy place, not suitable for you. Don’t go there again, there’s nothing there worth visiting.” Chris advised.

Yolanda nodded, “I won’t.”

“Good, listen, Yolanda. You’re fine. Would you sleep now? I’d watch over you as you sleep.”

“Chris, am I too much of a bother, did I disrupt your sleep?”

“Don’t talk nonsense.” Chris chuckled and held her closer.

Sometimes he thought, his only purpose to exist in this world was because of her.

They had depended on each other from childhood.

Her body carried a soft floral scent that smelled particularly good.

Bowing his head, Chris couldn’t resist watching Yolanda in his arms.

“Chris, what should I do, I don’t like this place at all, I especially dislike Landon.” Yolanda lamented.

“Bear it a little longer, after a while, I’ll take you back to Lonton. We’ll never return.”

“Sylvan Cheney is back, what should I do…”

Yolanda, like a bewildered child, lay in Chris’s warm embrace.

“Yolanda, you don’t need to worry, aren’t I here for you? The matter with the lawyer, I’ve arranged it all. Even if Sylvan Cheney is back, he’s crippled. I heard from the doctor, he’s severely disabled; his brain is also affected.”

“After falling from such a high cliff, how is he still alive.”

“Destiny favors him.” Chris muttered through his teeth.

“Chris, could you please handle these things quickly? I don’t want to stay in Landon anymore. You see, staying here reminds me of the things from over twenty years ago, the things I could never forget for the rest of my life.”

“Yolanda, don’t think about it, can you forget about that incident? Forget it…”

With sympathy, Chris held her head, pressing her into his chest.

The heating was turned up high, but he could feel a chill from Yolanda’s body, even colder than ice.

“Chris, I’m scared, very scared…” Yolanda cried in his arms.

Outside the window, the rain continued to fall, she was immensely afraid.

“I’m here with you, I’m not leaving, I’ll accompany you every single night from now on.” Chris said urgently.

“Chris, you’re all I have, don’t leave me, never.”

“I won’t leave you, I’ll be with you for the rest of my life.”

Chris sighed, a deep glow in his eyes. Only in front of Yolanda, would he show his gentleness and care.

“Yolanda, all this time, there’s something I wanted to tell you. But every time the words reach the tip of my tongue, I swallow them back. I’m afraid it might burden you.”