Chapter 719 He attributes this feeling to 'longing

Could five years grind a person into another appearance?

If it wasn't for her unchanged face, and the obstinacy in her eyes, he wondered... would he even recognize her now?

"Recently," Sylvan Cheney replied softly, lowering his head.

"Oh." Charles Mcintosh nodded, not asking further questions.

There seemed to be a hand clenching his heart, making his breathing slightly rapid.

His pulse was pounding intensively. He closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down.

With a steady expression, Sylvan Cheney looked through the report in his hand.

"Mr. Cheney, I'll stay here. You haven't slept all night, you should get some rest," said Charles Mcintosh, then added, "Or go back and check on Miss Yale and the young master. Miss Yale thought something had happened to you. She must be very upset."

"Hmm."

Charles Mcintosh knew that Sylvan Cheney had been worryingly preoccupied with Yolanda Fern and Chris Fern's matters during these last few days, and he didn't sleep last night.