Fated love: the unwanted bride

Chapter 472: Chapter 472: How Long Have You Been Married?

Yet, Sylvan Cheney was busy perusing the menu, a wisp of concern showing on his forehead.

Jasmine Yale wasn’t sure if she’d heard wrong.

“Mr. Cheney, what a coincidence.”

At that moment, a low, sexy male voice rang out near the stairway.

Jasmine Yale turned her head, only to see a tall, handsome man walking towards her.

This man was quite handsome, exuding an elegant yet charismatic air, with an aristocratic aura framing his eyes and brows.

Next to him was a woman who was equally beautiful, with long hair and willowy eyebrows, both delicate and gentle-looking.

The woman, clad in a long white coat, looped her arm through the man’s, a slight smile playing on her lips.

Sylvan Cheney looked up.

“Zaiden? Here for breakfast?”

“Hmm.” Zaiden Santos nodded slightly, then turned to Jasmine Yale. “And this is…?”

He did not know Jasmine Yale, noticing though that she was young and pretty.

Zaiden Santos was still taken aback, for all these years, he had not seen Sylvan Cheney dine with many women in daily life.

Yolanda Fern being one of them.

Before Sylvan Cheney could speak, Jasmine Yale took the initiative, “I’m a friend of Mr. Cheney, Jasmine Yale.”

Sylvan Cheney’s pen-holding hand paused slightly, with a helpless look on his face.

“Hello.” Zaiden Santos greeted Jasmine Yale, “I’m also a friend of Mr. Cheney, Zaiden Santos.”

“Hello.” Jasmine Yale greeted back with a warm smile, “And this is…?”

Jasmine Yale looked towards the beautiful woman.

“My wife, Ann Nolan.” Zaiden Santos introduced Jasmine Yale to his wife with a smile.

Ann Nolan smiled slightly, “Hello, Mr. Cheney, Miss Yale.”

Jasmine Yale glanced enviously at Zaiden Santos and Ann Nolan. They were a perfect match, both beautiful and talented.

The two of them stood together as if they were a match made in heaven.

He, gentle and handsome, and she, elegant and sophisticated.

“Sit.” Sylvan Cheney gestured to the seats next to him, “Join us.”

“Okay.”

Zaiden Santos sat next to Sylvan Cheney, and Jasmine Yale sat with Ann Nolan on the other side.

The two men took care of ordering while Jasmine Yale chatted casually with Ann Nolan.

“What do you do for a living, Miss Yale?”

“I’m currently a news editor.” Jasmine Yale replied with a smile, “What about you?”

She found Ann Nolan to be quite likable.

“I work as a translator for a company.” Ann Nolan answered.

Jasmine Yale liked such independent women a lot. Although Zaiden Santos seemed affluent, Ann Nolan still chose to work.

“How long have you been married?” Jasmine Yale asked curiously.

“Not long, half a year.” Ann Nolan responded with a smile.

Jasmine Yale was quite envious.

Zaiden Santos poured Ann Nolan a cup of hot tea, with tender words, “You should drink some hot water, your hands are somewhat cold.”

Ann Nolan nodded, clutching the teacup.

Jasmine Yale felt even more envious.

Zaiden Santos was really good to Ann Nolan, a caring man was scarce these days.

Soon, the waiter brought over the breakfast they had ordered.

Quite rich.

There was milk, green tea, buns, pastries, porridge… filling up the entire table.

“Let me pour it for you.” Sylvan Cheney reached for Jasmine Yale’s bowl.

“I can do it myself.” Jasmine Yale quickly retook her bowl.

The truth was, she didn’t want to give Zaiden Santos and Ann Nolan the wrong impression.

Zaiden Santos just chuckled and teased, “Miss Yale, it’s rare for Mr. Cheney to offer his help, you should let him have the bowl.”

After that, Jasmine Yale felt she was the one in the wrong.

Taking advantage of her momentary stupor, Sylvan Cheney snatched the bowl back from her and served her half a bowl of red bean porridge.

Zaiden Santos also attentively served Ann Nolan some porridge and grabbed some pastries.

Ann Nolan looked at Zaiden Santos with a gentle smile, their eyes full of warmth for each other.