Fated love: the unwanted bride

Joe Heath’s face was grim, his tone melancholy.

“Humph.” Jasmine Yale scoffed, “If he really loved Little Chale’s mom that much, he shouldn’t play around with other women.”

“No, no, no.” Joe Heath waved his hand, “Men and women are different; men can clearly separate ‘love’ and ‘lust’. My older brother is just a normal man, in the prime of his youth, he can’t be expected to abstain. You should understand that.”

“I understand, how could I not.” Jasmine’s tone was unfriendly.

In the eyes of Sylvan Cheney, she was just a woman to meet his physical needs.

At least, he supported her for twelve years, she should meet his needs, and not expect anything in return.

This is called “returning one’s kindness”.

At least, that’s how Sylvan taught her.

“I’ve said what I needed to. Stay away from my brother, or at least, consider me.” Joe Heath looked at Jasmine Yale with a smile.

“CEO Heath, Mr. Cheney can clearly separate ‘love’ and ‘lust’. How about you? Aren’t you a normal man?”

Jasmine’s question was sharp.

But Joe Heath did not seem perturbed at all.

“I’m flirting with you because I like you, which is different from my brother.”

“Like? We’ve only met a few times and you already like me?” Jasmine Yale scoffed.

“What does liking someone have to do with the number of times we’ve met, huh?”

“I don’t believe in love at first sight.”

“You don’t believe, but I do.”

Joe Heath looked at Jasmine Yale, there was a rare seriousness in his eyes.

“Don’t joke with me, I’m not fond of jokes.”

Joe Heath watched her, his face solemn, his tone cold: “Do I look like I’m joking?”

The hand holding the fork paused slightly, and Jasmine slowly raised her head.

She saw an expression on Joe Heath’s face that was different from usual.

After a while, she laughed.

“Aren’t you afraid of falling out with your brother?”

Joe Heath also laughed: “Our bond over these years won’t break so easily.”

“As far as I know, Mr. Cheney is a very domineering person. Once he sets his eyes on something, no one else can touch it.” Jasmine said, “No matter who you are.”

“Is that so? I’ve never tried to compete with my brother before, perhaps I should give it a try.”

There was a cunning glint in Joe Heath’s eyes.

“I’m not playing your game.” Jasmine said indifferently.

Just as she was about to take a sip of her wine, her phone rang.

Jasmine glanced down.

Indeed, speak of the devil and he appears.

Sylvan Cheney’s name was flashing on the screen.

She didn’t answer, just hung up.

Joe had sharp eyes and saw this, he laughed heartily.

“This is the first time I’ve seen someone dare to hang up on my brother’s call.”

“Is there anything else you want to say? If not, I’ve almost finished eating. Thank you for the dinner, CEO Heath.”

Jasmine wiped her hands, preparing to stand up.

“Remember my words, don’t develop any feelings for anyone from the Cheney family, unless you want to experience what it feels like to fall from a high place into an abyss.” Joe Heath warned her.

“I know.”

How could she not know.

She had experienced that feeling before.

Jasmine’s face was impassive and calm as a still lake.

“Hmm, don’t do anything foolish, go home.” Joe Heath didn’t press her further.

Jasmine stood up, picking up her bag.

The light fell on her, her lips curled up in a small smile.

“No matter what, I’ll be behind you.” Joe Heath said softly.

“What?” Jasmine Yale frowned.

Joe Heath laughed, waving his hand: “Nothing, get going. It’s getting late.”

“Goodbye.”

Jasmine smiled faintly, waved her hand and left the western restaurant.

As soon as she left, she was standing on the roadside waiting for a taxi..