Fated love: the unwanted bride

“Then tell me, what would you consider familiar?” Joe Heath bent over, looking at Jasmine Yale.

His pose, much like that of someone looking at a little girl, carried a tone of coaxing.

Under the evening cloak, his smile mirrored that of a graceful gentleman.

Jasmine couldn’t find an answer.

“I have something for you.” Looking at her, Joe reached into his trouser pocket.

Before he could take it out, Jasmine began shaking her head.

“You don’t need to get me anything. I didn’t even buy you a gift for your birthday.” Jasmine admitted, a little bit embarrassed.

“The gift I give, can only be discarded, not refused, understand?”

Joe looked at her, his tone domineering, leaving no room for denial.

He now held a small, delicate box in his hand.

Under the lights, he opened the box.

Inside was a diamond necklace.

The necklace was dazzling and breathtaking.

Joe picked the necklace out, presenting it before her eyes.

“Do you like it? It’s an emerald diamond set in a cherry blossom pattern.” Joe curled his lips into a smile.

His pupils reflected her image, conveying depth as if looking into an ocean’s horizon.

A soft tenderness covered his young handsome face.

Jasmine laughed, she just couldn’t figure out this man.

“So, this is a gift I simply must accept?” Jasmine asked.

“Yes, you only have two choices – to take it or to throw it.” There was no room for refusal.

He caught her hand and placed the cool chain in her palm: “I picked it for a long time, accept it, okay?”

The chain felt as cool as water in her hand.

Jasmine lowered her head.

It was really beautiful.

“Mm.” Jasmine nodded.

Joe smiled like a little boy: “I always like it when you listen, you’re good. But if you were to cut your claws, you wouldn’t be you anymore.”

She’s like a rose, covered in thorns but eternally attractive.

He played with her fluffy hair: “It’s good like this. I like it.”

“CEO Heath sure knows how to please.” Jasmine looked at him.

She’s shorter than him, and had to look up slightly.

“I admit, I have no patience, and I don’t usually cajole people. It’s always people who cajole me.” Joe stood with his hands in his pockets, looking down at her.

The night sky served as the backdrop, the lights accentuating their moment.

A gust of wind blew across the rooftop, bringing an unusual tranquility.

“Jasmine, be my girlfriend? You think I’m not so bad, right?” Joe said, laughing.

Jasmine laughed out loud, but didn’t say anything.

“Why are you laughing? Isn’t it serious enough? Should I confess again?”

“Give me time to think about it.” Jasmine looked at him.

Quite frankly, Joe seemed pretty good.

She didn’t really know what exactly she needed to consider.

Having lived for over twenty years and having never been in a relationship felt like a disservice to herself.

“What do you need to consider? Are there any reservations?” Joe asked.

“Why me?” Jasmine tilted her head.

They had only met a handful of times…

“Do all women like to ask this question? If you really need a reason, then it’s because it can only be you.” A look of seriousness crossed Joe’s face.

There is a kind of liking where no one else can invoke the same feelings.

Haunted day and night, constantly on his mind.

He thought he was ensnared.

And, in it, he found enjoyment.

“CEO Heath, your explanation doesn’t pass the test.” Jasmine laughed.

“It doesn’t? Then I’ll spend a lifetime explaining to you.” His gaze never left her face, “This time, I’m serious.”

Jasmine didn’t say anything, just stared at him.