Fated love: the unwanted bride

“Joe Heath, do you always look at these things?” Jasmine Yale said disdainfully.

“I don’t. I’m an upright man.”

“Bah.” Jasmine Yale spat out in contempt.

“Come, have some wine.” Joe Heath poured her a glass of red wine, “You guys, sing something, don’t just sit around.”

Upon hearing Joe Heath’s command, the two women picked up the microphone to select a song.

The atmosphere instantly teemed with excitement.

Jasmine Yale was indulging in fruits and sipping on the red wine.

As a matter of fact, Joe Heath wasn’t a bad person, he was just a bit… scummy. “Jasmine, can you sing? Would you like to sing a song together?” Joe Heath invited her sincerely.

Jasmine Yale shook her head: “I can’t.”

“Really? You’re not bluffing, right?”

“Really.”

Jasmine Yale lied.

It wasn’t that she couldn’t sing, but that she lacked the confidence to do so. Her little confidence had already been shattered by Sylvan Cheney.

Every time she sang at the Cheney Residence, Sylvan Cheney frowned and criticized her performance.

She always thought it wasn’t that bad, but once Sylvan Cheney said it was, she lost the urge to sing.

If not, Sylvan Cheney would disdain her.

Looking back now, if it hadn’t been for Sylvan Cheney’s criticism, she might be a famous singer now.

Sylvan Cheney, forever brimming with destructive criticism.

“Joe Heath, why don’t you sing a song for me?” Jasmine Yale asked, anticipation glinting in her eyes.

Her long hair draped along her sides, her big eyes shining brightly.

“Alright, wait for it. I’ll sing one for you.” Joe Heath snapped his fingers, poured a glass of red wine and placed it in front of Jasmine Yale, “Here’s the deal. If you think I sang well, drink this wine. If not, don’t drink it. Deal?”

Jasmine Yale nodded with a smile, “Alright.”

When she smiled, she resembled a doll, and her little dimples were intoxicating.

In that moment, Joe Heath was taken aback.

He chuckled too and picked up the microphone on the table.

The rest of the people in the room cheered enthusiastically: “CEO Heath is awesome!”

“We’re lucky today to hear CEO Heath singing!”

Under the lights, Joe Heath smiled at them, “Wait, just singing isn’t enough. If

I’m in a good mood, I might even do some breakdancing for you.”

Jasmine Yale’s eyes twinkled.

It turned out that even when Joe Heath smiled, he had those small, shallow dimples too.

He took off his suit jacket, revealing a blue shirt underneath.

Youthful, handsome, brimming with vigour.

When she was in college, she had a thing for boys who could breakdance!

As soon as Joe Heath proposed the idea, she cheered, “I want to see! You dance! Dance!”

“Huh?” Joe Heath glanced at her, “Alright, but you need to show some sign first.”

Jasmine Yale, without hesitation, snatched up the glass before her and gulped down the wine.

Not a single drop of red wine was left in the glass.

She tilted the bottom of the empty glass towards Joe Heath, “Is this enough of a sign?”

“More than enough.” Joe Heath replied, beamingly.

The space was ample, the dazzling lights were just perfect.

The crowd jeered, applauding, and cheering!

“Miss Yale has quite the pull! It turns out our Mr. Heath can breakdance!”

“What a treat for the eyes today!”

“Wow, CEO Heath is so cool!”

Jasmine Yale clapped along with them.

Her eyes full of anticipation, she rested her cheek in her hand and stared at Joe Heath.

It was the first time she had really looked at him and realized, this man was quite handsome —

He was very tall, his shirt made his slender figure look exceptionally dashing.

His face was alluringly handsome, he had a touch of charm about him, yet he was nonchalantly disrespectful and lacked a bit of seriousness and severity.

He had a mischievous smile, his eyes seemingly mesmerized by Jasmine Yale.

Their eyes met, saturating the air with a hint of amorous intentions..