Fated love: the unwanted bride

As he approached, Jasmine Yale caught a whiff of the familiar Agarwood Fragrance. Even amidst heavy cigarette smoke, she could instantly identify it. She felt uncomfortable.

“Bro, you play with them!” Joe Heath came over, “Come on, old Cheng, move over, you come to the kitchen with me!”

“I’m fine sitting here.”

Sylvan Cheney chose a seat opposite Jasmine Yale.

“Sure, sure, have fun.” Joe Heath chuckled.

“Mr. Cheney is here, we all dare not play anymore. Who doesn’t know how skillful Mr. Cheney is at cards?” People around began to holler.

“Yeah, Mr. Cheney, you have to go easy on us. We just started playing.” “Who won?” asked Sylvan Cheney.

He didn’t look at Jasmine, but his powerful aura invisibly laid immense pressure on her.

Jasmine felt like she was sitting on pins and needles, so she picked up her cup in front and took a sip of tea.

“Mr. Cheney, this is Mr. Heath’s girlfriend!” Mr. Janus spoke up, “We’ve just played a few rounds, and she won all of them!”

“Mr. Heath’s girlfriend?” Sylvan Cheney raised his eyebrows.

His piercing gaze swept over Jasmine Yale and Joe Heath.

Joe Heath quickly explained, “No, no such thing, stop spreading rumors.”

Sylvan Cheney was truly taken aback. He had only been in Lonton for a while, and Jasmine Yale and Joe Heath had already become close.

Such speed, it was really fast.

“Our Mr. Heath is shy!” someone mocked, “What’s up, admit it already! Miss Yale is so beautiful. If you don’t make it public, Mr. Heath, she’ll be taken by someone else!”

Sylvan Cheney lit a cigarette and held it between his fingers, looking amusingly at Jasmine Yale.

Smoke swirled around him, making his countenance even more aloof.

Jasmine Yale awkwardly spoke up: “No, CEO Heath and I have only met recently.”

“Miss Yale is indeed very beautiful.” Sylvan Cheney slowly spoke, squinting his eyes at Jasmine Yale, his gaze unflinching.

She seemed to have dressed up intentionally today, her light pink makeup adding a certain elegance he had never noticed before.

And her clothes, were particularly exquisite.

The bejeweled white round-neck dress well accentuated her figure.

Sylvan Cheney’s gaze lingered on her chest for a few seconds, his look deep and ponderous.

The moment Sylvan Cheney opened his mouth, everyone present gasped.

Everyone knew that Sylvan Cheney and Joe Heath were brothers.

But everyone also knew that whatever Sylvan Cheney set his sights on, he always obtained.

Joe Heath cracked a smile, saying: “Jasmine, stand up and make some room.

This is men’s card game, don’t interfere, let’s go to the kitchen.”

Jasmine Yale had been waiting for these words, she quickly stood up: “Fine, I’ll go to the kitchen.”

“Stop.” Sylvan Cheney said, his eyes not leaving Jasmine Yale, “Miss Yale leaves as soon as I come, is it that you don’t want to play with me?”

“Bro, don’t make it hard for Jasmine, she doesn’t know how to play.”

At this time, there was a mood-killing man who just didn’t know when to stop talking.

“Mr. Heath, all the money on this table was won by Miss Yale. You said Miss Yale doesn’t know how to play, Miss Yale may not be happy.”

Jasmine Yale gave him a piercing look, her eyes bloodshot, wishing she could rip him apart.

Damn it!

Get lost!

The atmosphere was extraordinarily strained, even somewhat chilling. “Really?” Sylvan Cheney smirked, his laughter was gentle and cultured, “So Miss Yale really doesn’t want to play cards with me.”

Jasmine Yale glanced at him, and quietly said: “I heard that Mr. Cheney is quite formidable, so, I’m a bit scared.”

“Formidable?” Sylvan Cheney questioned, there was an obscure meaning in his tone, “I am indeed formidable.”

Jasmine Yale cursed him several times in her heart..