Fated love: the unwanted bride

“I admit it, I was a bit reckless in the past, with a history of racing, fighting, and causing some trouble. But from now on, if you don’t want me to do something, I won’t.” Joe Heath said.

A warmth spread across Jasmine Yale’s chest.

It was as if a ray of sunlight had pierced through the coldest moment.

This sensation, it was familiar yet intriguingly captivating to her.

“Shall I help you put on the necklace?” Joe Heath looked at her as she was lost in her thoughts.

Jasmine came to her senses: “I’ll put it on when I get home.”

“Alright, let’s go. The wind is blowing outside.”

Joe Heath escorted her down from the rooftop.

The fireworks outside had ended, leaving the dazzling cityscape behind them.

Joe Heath knew that he was a sensible person, he never acted impulsively.

So this time around, he was clear-headed.

The staircase they had to cross while coming down, Jasmine walked ahead cautiously, with Joe Heath following closely behind.

She was very careful.

Her heart was beating very fast, “thump thump” it wouldn’t cease.

She was still holding the priceless necklace in her hand.

The stairwell was silent, except for their footsteps.

Jasmine could also hear her own heartbeats.

They seemed to be out of rhythm.

Joe Heath was walking by her side, he could clearly smell the sweet scent of her, it was dreamy.

He accompanied her like this, in silence.

Neither of them said a word.

“Jasmine, give me your answer in three days.” Joe Heath broke the silence as they arrived at the end of the corridor.

“Huh?” Jasmine turned her head, a tad bewildered.

“What do you mean ‘huh’? Regardless, I need an answer.”

This is the first time he has confessed to a woman, he didn’t want to leave things unsettled.

In the dim light, Jasmine saw a glimmer in his profound eyes.

“Alright.” She nodded, accepting his request.

She would give Joe Heath an answer.

“Jasmine, I’m serious.” Joe Heath frowned, for fear she might misunderstand, “Although I’m in the entertainment industry, you’ve seen that… I’m not that bad… right?”

Jasmine laughed: “You really know how to compliment yourself.”

“Yeah, you can say that, but the final decision is still yours.”

“I understand.”

“It’s getting late, shall I take you home? Tomorrow is Sunday, get a good rest.”

Joe Heath’s voice was unusually warm and concerned.

“Thankyou, I had a lot of fun tonight.” Jasmine looked at him.

She wasn’t lying.

The gloomy mood from days before had subsided.

“You’ll be happier being with me.” Joe Heath reached out and brushed away the hair falling onto her face.

His fingers were reluctant to leave, his face full of affection.

He had never been this serious with a woman before.

This was the first time.

At this moment, Jasmine seemed even more beautiful in his eyes, from her big eyes to her high nose, every feature looked perfect.

She was simple, yet genuine.

His hand was cool, causing her to slightly shudder at the feel on her cheek.

“Well, I’m going home now.” Jasmine lowered her head.

“Um, I’ll walk you out.”

They walked shoulder to shoulder towards the ground floor, Joe Heath’s Porsche was parked in a private garage.

Jasmine thought for a moment, she didn’t plan to go to the Cheney residence today.

She made a call to Butler Santana from inside the car.

“Miss Yale.”

“Butler Santana, I’m not coming back today.”

“Miss Yale, the young master misses you. He hasn’t slept yet.”

Jasmine’s heart ached, the image of the little guy instantly appeared in her mind.

But she hardened her heart and said indifferently: “Butler Santana, lull him to sleep. I won’t be coming over today.”

“Miss Yale, are you sure you won’t return? The young master keeps calling for you.”