Fated love: the unwanted bride

Butler Santana’s voice was filled with urgency.

After Chale Cheney woke up and couldn’t find Jasmine Yale, he started looking everywhere for her.

He’s been calling out “Jasy”, “Jasy” until now and refuses to go back to sleep.

“Butler Santana,” sighed Jasmine Yale, “Could you please soothe him?”

It’s not like she can be with the little one forever.

She had thought about distancing herself from him several times, but she always backed down.

She had no idea how long this situation would continue on and off.

Joe Heath, who was driving, casually spoke four words: “cut off when necessary.”

Butler Santana could only nod: “Alright, I’ll get the young master to sleep, good night, Miss Yale.”

“Good night.”

Jasmine hung up the phone.

There’s an added touch of confusion and gloom on her face, coupled with a sense of loss.

Why did fate arrange for the little one to meet her?

If it wasn’t for that encounter, she would never have any connection with the Cheney Residence and Sylvan Cheney in this lifetime.

Jasmine Yale cradled her head, feeling somewhat distressed.

The little one… he’s pitiful too.

Joe Heath remained calm and collected. He glanced at her and asked softly, “Can’t bear to leave the little guy?”

“Hmm,” Jasmine Yale mumbled in response.

Her gaze was fixed ahead, her eyes filled with sombreness.

“I was wondering why you’ve suddenly overflowed with compassion? He’s my brother’s son, what does he have to do with you? Didn’t my brother take good care of him for those three years without you? You’re acting as if you’re an indispensable part of their lives. Do I need to wake you up with a scolding?”

Joe Heath’s words landed heavily!

Each word struck Jasmine Yale’s heart like a drum.

Jasmine nodded.

Yes, what does it have to do with her?

No matter how much the little one liked her, he was not her son.

Didn’t he and his father get along just fine during the three years without her?

She takes herself too seriously.

Could the fondness of a child really matter?

“Jasmine Yale, keep your distance from that brat in the future. If you want a child so badly, have your own. Are you trying to play stepmom?”

Joe Heath appeared disappointed.

Jasmine nodded obediently: “I understand.”

“That brat is a bad influence, just like his father. If we have a baby in the future, it will definitely be much cuter than him. I really don’t understand what you see in him.”

“Don’t talk nonsense.”

Jasmine Yale’s ears reddened.

What baby? Nothing of the sort was on the cards yet.

“Alright, I won’t say anymore. Consider it carefully.” Joe Heath said, “Sometimes, I need you to be more decisive!”

“I know!” Jasmine huffed.

Most of the time, she was quite decisive. There were just a few occasions on which she was indecisive.

“Hmm, as long as you know.”

Joe Heath gave a thin smile, going back to driving.

The Porsche moved swiftly through the night.

Before long, the car stopped outside the residential compound where Jasmine Yale lived.

“This place is too run-down. I’ll rent an apartment for you one of these days.” Joe Heath said, looking around dissatisfied.

The environment was poor, even the street lights weren’t very bright.

Jasmine got out of the car and smiled: “It’s good here, I’m used to it.”

“I’ll take you upstairs.” Joe Heath also got out of the car, “Come on.”

Jasmine didn’t refuse, she followed Joe Heath towards the building entrance.

“Jasmine, I want to seriously discuss something with you. My company, Star Sharp, is planning to open a branch in Sinkapore. If you’re interested, you can choose any position.”

“Overseas?” Jasmine Yale was taken aback, stopping in her tracks.

“Yes, the salary is attractive, and the environment in Sinkapore is delightful.”

(Have all of you switched allegiance to Cunning Heath? Did he bribe you…