Fated love: the unwanted bride

Jasmine Yale couldn’t help but roll her eyes.

But out of respect for Peyenne Jones, she didn’t walk out immediately.

Weren’t they supposed to find her a rich and generous match?

Why introduce her to a guy who is poor in conversation and extremely self-obsessed?!

Suck it up, suck it up, suck it up.

Jasmine managed to control her brewing emotions, her smile revealing a set of gleaming white teeth: “Mr. Zaila certainly is impressive, although he resembles a bit too much like a science fiction film protagonist.”

“Protagonist? You’re flattering me, Miss Yale.” Derrick Zaila laughed out loud.

II II

Jasmine decided it would be best to keep her head down and focus on ordering their food.

“Miss Yale, please feel free to order anything, I’m picking up the bill!”

Derrick Zaila dropped his car keys on the table, demonstrating his wealth.

Jasmine glanced at them and nonchalantly remarked, “Mr. Zaila’s car is nice.”

“Oh, it’s nothing. It just cost seven or eight hundred thousand.”

“Pretty good.”

“I just randomly took one from my garage, we have several worth two or three million. You’ve never been in a car worth two or three million, right? Let me tell you, it’s as smooth as lightning! Want to take a ride someday?”

“I’m a country bumpkin, I’ve only ever been on a tricycle.”

“Miss Yale, you have such a sense of humor.”

Your damned humor.

While Jasmine was busy poring over the menu, the man seized the opportunity to begin boasting once again.

“Miss Yale, I find you well-informed and sensible, just the type I like. How about a walk by the lake this evening? I just bought a new villa, I can show you around.”

“Mr. Zaila, is there anything you don’t eat?”

“Oh, I am allergic to potatoes, please don’t order anything with potatoes.”

“Okay.”

Jasmine sweetly passed the order to the waiter and whispered something in her ear as she did.

“Miss Yale, you’re so thoughtful.”

“Mr. Zaila, it seems we must pay in advance here… why don’t…”

“I’ll handle it, I’ll handle it.” Derrick Zaila took the bill from the waiter, but soon furrowed his brows, “Why is it so expensive? Is this seafood restaurant robbing its customers?”

“Sir, the prices have already been discounted.”

“Discounted? This crab is 888? And this broccoli, one portion is 99? Are you robbing me?” Derrick Zaila was clearly displeased.

Jasmine said nothing but silently picked up her tea in front of her and took a sip.

“Sir, we have clear pricing. If there’s anything you’d like to change, I can certainly remove it from the bill.”

Unable to save face, Derrick Zaila glanced at Jasmine.

“Miss Yale, I’ve had this crab before, it wasn’t very good. Why don’t we switch to something else?”

“I’ve had it, it’s delicious.”

Jasmine batted her innocent, wide eyes.

888 for a single crab! They’re highway robbery!

Derrick Zaila felt physical pain at the expense!

“Well, Miss Yale, how about this crab instead? I think it tastes even better. Should we switch?”

“No, I just want to eat this one. If Mr. Zaila finds it expensive, I can pick up the bill…””

Jasmine laughed, harmless and elegant.

“No, no, no, how can I make you pay! Fine, let’s keep it.” Derrick Zaila painfully paid the bill.

No worries, a pretty girl like this would be worth the price after some bedtime fun.

The food was quickly served.

Jasmine didn’t particularly care who she ate with, as long as there was food, especially when she didn’t need to pay for it.

Still, she sent a sneaky text to Peyenne Jones: “You wait till tonight!!!”

Peyenne laughed, “Isn’t it good that I’m saving you some money? This nephew of my cousin loves to keep face!”

Reading this, Jasmine finally understood Peyenne’s good intentions.

Well, good.

“Miss Yale, you may not believe this but I can read palms. Want me to read yours?”

Derrick Zaila took a bite of his food, watching Jasmine expectantly.

Palm reading?

Jasmine laughed: “Mr. Zaila, I don’t believe in such things..”