Fated love: the unwanted bride

“I don’t know him.” Jasmine Yale said, “Just a drunk man.”

“Oh, I see.” Hans Colin nodded, “So, Jasmine, do you have a boyfriend now? Do you think I’m still a good match?”

Jasmine Yale’s hand, holding the cutlery, stopped. She lifted her head to look at him.

Hans Colin was serious, not like he was joking.

At least, his face was full of sincerity.

As if guessing what Jasmine Yale was about to say, he hurriedly said, “Jasmine,

I know you rejected me in college, but I can’t forget you. You don’t know, sometimes the memories are really heart-wrenching. I gave myself some time to forget, but there is no effect at all.”

“The last time I saw you at the seafood restaurant, I thought it was fate, giving me another chance to pursue you.”

Hans Colin’s eyes revealed deep affection, and each word, each sentence he spoke was extraordinarily serious.

Jasmine Yale heard him out, till the end.

She figured, he was going to say all this today.

She shook her head. “I’m sorry, senior, I want to make things clear today. I’ve always considered you as my senior, seriously, thank you for your care during college.”

“Jasmine, won’t you give me a chance?”

“Senior, you deserve a better girl.”

At least, not her.

She’s not great.

“In my heart, you are the best.” Hans Colin quickly added, “I know you’ve rejected me before, but I think, if you give me a chance, I can do better.”

The man in front of her was gentle and excellent. While saying these words, he was a bit anxious.

Jasmine Yale still shook her head. “I’m sorry, senior.”

“Jasmine, do you… have someone in your heart?” Hans Colin asked.

If there wasn’t someone hidden in her heart, how could she possibly not give him the slightest chance?

“No, I’m not planning on getting married for the time being.”

Thinking about the potential adoption of Little Chale with Mr. Yale, she had even less intention of marriage.

“I’m in no hurry to get married either, we can try to get along.” Hans Colin rushed, “You can tell me wherever you are unsatisfied with me.”

“Senior, you’re perfect, seriously.”

Jasmine Yale pondered how to say it in the best possible way.

“Then…”

“Mr. Colin.”

Just then, a cold, deep voice interrupted Hans Colin’s words.

Sylvan Cheney’s towering figure pressed over, with a powerful aura that seemed to lower the pressure in the surrounding air.

Hans Colin and Jasmine Yale both looked up, both stunned.

Sylvan Cheney stepped behind Jasmine Yale, bending down slightly, his hands resting on the back of her chair.

Jasmine Yale trembled all over, as if she had entered an ice cellar, and a layer of thin sweat appeared in her palms.

Why is he here again?

“Do you enjoy confessing to married women that much?” Sylvan Cheney’s thin lips barely opened, sounding disdainful.

Hans Colin’s brows furrowed, his gaze fell on Sylvan Cheney and then on Jasmine Yale.

Jasmine Yale’s complexion changed, Sylvan Cheney, he was making up things!

She is neither married nor a young wife!

Just as she wanted to explain, Sylvan Cheney interrupted her, “Hans Colin, Tripod Finance Sales Manager, 25 years old, orphaned by a car accident, living in Golden Harvest Garden unit 1 of building 12…”

Hans Colin interrupted him, “Sir, you’re infringing my privacy, you know it’s illegal right?”

“Oh? Do you need me to give you the phone number of the chief justice of the Landon Supreme Court?” Sylvan Cheney looked at Hans Colin coldly, “Didn’t I make it clear? Is Jasmine Yale someone you can mess with?”