Fated love: the unwanted bride

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With that, Joe Heath pointed at Chale Cheney not far away.

“Didn’t I say my older brother always prioritizes his interests when making decisions? Even though Chale Cheney wasn’t what he wanted, since the boy was born and is his flesh and blood, he’d naturally treat him well.”

In that moment, Jasmine Yale didn’t know what to feel.

Sylvan Cheney was always so calculating, sly, and domineering; she could never compete with him.

Was she and Little Chale too, just pawns in his game?

“Don’t you dare think I’m a bad guy. I’m just speaking the truth. I dislike lying to women,” Joe Heath said.

Jasmine Yale scoffed, “I’m curious, how does your older brother have a sibling like you? Talking behind his back?”

“How is this talking behind his back? I’m praising my big brother for his prowess.”

“It’s hot outside, CEO Heath, you should head back.”

Joe Heath looked up at the sun then back at Jasmine Yale.

“Are you trying to get rid of me?”

“Yes,” replied Jasmine Yale, “I don’t like people who are too talkative.”

“Fine then, see you tonight, bye.”

With that, Joe Heath waved goodbye to Jasmine Yale.

He didn’t feel embarrassed at all and left with a smile.

Jasmine Yale stood still; her palms had begun to sweat.

The wind blew her long hair, and she brushed it away with her hand.

The sunlight was piercing.

Not far away, Chale Cheney was happily playing with a little monkey.

He extended his fair little hand to feed the monkey biscuits, clapping his hands from time to time.

The little lad had such a beautiful laugh— big round eyes, long lashes, small dimples, and two rows of tiny white teeth.

Watching him, Jasmine Yale felt a strange sense of sorrow.

She admitted that Sylvan Cheney treated the boy very well, truly well.

But Sylvan Cheney originally wanted the child just for a piece of land, some gain…

Little Chale was just a child.

At that moment, Chale Cheney turned his head towards her.

He waved at Jasmine Yale, “Jasy, Jasy! Come see the monkey!”

The child’s smile was pure and innocent.

Jasmine Yale quickly strode over.

She squatted down and wiped the beads of sweat from his little nose.

“Aren’t you hot?” she asked, smiling.

“Nope! Jasy, what animal do you like?”

“Hmm… I like Little Chale!”

The child immediately burst into giggles, “Jasy, you’re naughty!”

In the sunlight, Jasmine Yale and Chale Cheney appeared intimately close, sometimes talking with their heads together, other times walking hand in hand.

By the afternoon, Chale Cheney was exhausted and fell asleep on Jasmine Yale’s shoulder.

“Miss Yale, I’ll carry him,” Butler Santana reached for the boy.

“No need,” Jasmine Yale lower her voice, so as not to wake the little lad, “I’ll do it.”

She liked holding the little lad.

She’d never been so fond of a child before.

She coaxed him to sleep, holding him in her arms.

“Butler Santana, you take Chaley home first. I have something to do outside,” said Jasmine Yale.

“Alright, Miss Yale, please take your time.”

Butler Santana was a very amicable and agreeable man.

Jasmine Yale checked the time, it was already past five in the afternoon.

Evening was descending, and the night was drawing near.

The evening was slightly chilly, and Jasmine Yale wrapped herself in a large coat.

She stood at the corner and called Joe Heath.

“I’m at the zoo’s entrance, you can pick me up.”

“Alright, stay where you are, I’m on my way,”

Joe Heath hung up, driving fast to reach her.

Jasmine Yale wrapped herself in a scarf and bent over to play with a small stone on the ground.

After a short while, a Porsche pulled up in front of her.

Recognizing it as Joe Heath’s car, Jasmine Yale opened the door and got in.

He took her to a clubhouse.

(Heard the second male lead has a new nickname – Seductive Scoundrel

Heath, hahaha….)