Fated love: the unwanted bride

First Class Seafood Restaurant.

The place is in a great location, downtown, bustling with people and very lively.

Jasmine Yale sat by the window, waiting for Peyenne Jones who didn’t show up.

Helpless, she had no choice but to make a call.

“Peyenne, where are you? I’m waiting for you to order.”

“Jasmine, don’t wait for me anymore.” Peyenne Jones lowered her voice, “You don’t know, I’ve been dragged away to accompany someone drinking. Order two servings as usual, someone will come to accompany you later.”

Despite Peyenne Jones lowering her voice as much as possible, it was still overheard by the sharp-eared Lincoln Lamar.

The person in the passenger seat twisted his head around, a smirk on his face: “Who is this jerk?”

Peyenne Jones quickly covered her mouth, the next second she hung up the phone, laughing heartily, “Well, the jerk’s child entered the ground, isn’t it just a jerk?”

Jasmine Yale had to put down her phone and look at the menu.

She managed to keep her job and even wanted to invite Peyenne Jones to celebrate.

This girl, she’s disrespectful.

But what does it mean to order two servings as usual?

Could it be that Peyenne Jones has a friend coming?

Just as she was doubting, a voice came from behind her, “Are you Miss Jasmine Yale? You look just like the person in the photo.”

Jasmine Yale quickly stood up, “Yes, I am Jasmine Yale and you are?”

“I’m the son of Peyenne’s aunt, just returned from abroad. She said to introduce us.”

Jasmine Yale’s hands awkwardly stopped at her sides.

Is this Peyenne Jones’ “surprise”?

“Hello, nice to meet you.”

Jasmine Yale sized up this man. He wasn’t very tall, quite thin, and wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his nose.

He could not be considered handsome, but he wasn’t ugly either.

As Sylvan Cheney would put it, he has a typical face, not too handsome but not too plain either.

No, why would she think of Sylvan Cheney?

Jasmine Yale pressed her temples, clearing her mind: “Hello, please take a seat.”

“Miss Yale is very polite, my name is Derrick Zaila. Peyenne likes to call me

Brother Derrick, you can call me the same.”

What???

Jasmine Yale looked puzzled.

“Miss Yale, do you have a boyfriend?” Derrick Zaila cautiously asked.

“No.” Jasmine Yale shook her head.

“That’s good then, that’s good. I really liked you at first sight, you are my type.” Derrick Zaila squinted his eyes, looking at Jasmine Yale.

“Really? Hahaha, they all say I’m not pretty.”

“How could that be? Miss Yale is very beautiful, they are just jealous of you.”

“Mr. Zaila, please order.”

Jasmine Yale was on pins and needles, Peyenne Jones really meant it when she said she wanted to introduce her to a boyfriend.

But, but, she could have at least found someone more handsome…

“Miss Yale, you choose. Order whatever you like, I’m footing the bill today.”

“Hahaha, then I’m going to choose.” Jasmine Yale laughed.

Of course, who would turn down money.

“Okay, Miss Yale, you choose.”

Jasmine Yale took the menu and began to order, picking all her favorites.

“Miss Yale, have you ever had a boyfriend before?”

Jasmine Yale’s pen paused mid-air, has she? Guess not…

She shook her head: “No.”

“That’s good, that’s good. I’m a… a good person in other aspects, easy going, good temperament, good character. But I do have a flaw…” Derrick Zaila paused, “Don’t be mad, Miss Yale, but I have a fascination with purity, if you know what I mean.”

Jasmine Yale was uncomfortable hearing this.

“Mr. Zaila, we just met, it’s not appropriate to discuss this right?”

“Yes, yes, let’s not talk about this. You are perfect, Miss Yale.”

“I’m not picky either, but there’s one thing, I only like good-looking guys.” Jasmine Yale raised an eyebrow, glanced at Derrick Zaila.

“Then I would perfectly suit Miss Yale’s requirements..”