Fated love: the unwanted bride

“Ah!”

Jasmine Yale screamed lightly, stretching her hand to grab something to steady herself.

In an instant, a powerful arm supported her.

The man hooked the corner of his mouth: “Are you all right?”

Jasmine Yale looked up.

The man was very tall, in a dark blue shirt and black trousers, with handsome brows and eyes. Under his tall nose were thin lips tightened.

He radiated an aura of nobility.

Jasmine Yale shook her head: “I’m fine, thank you, sir.”

Joe Heath released her hand and gave a slight nod: “Do you have a feud with her?”

As he said this, his gaze shifted forward.

His line of sight landed on a woman on the other end.

Jasmine Yale followed his gaze, and there was Lana Fern.

She tugged at the corner of her lips, as expected, Lana really came.

Joe Heath, who loved to stir the pot, hooked the corners of his lips, bent over, and leaned close to Jasmine Yale’s ear.

“I saw her step on your dress…”

As he lowered his head, he realized that this woman smelled really good.

Jasmine Yale blinked her eyes without denying it.

“She and I aren’t friends.”

“Oh…”

Joe Heath, skilled at reading people, understood immediately. It seemed they knew each other.

Women’s thoughts were not a man’s playing field, and he didn’t even bother guessing.

However, he glanced at Jasmine Yale, petite in size. Even though she wore light makeup, she didn’t look like she belonged to this circle.

Of course, she certainly wasn’t an escort either.

Seeing Joe Heath standing so close, Jasmine Yale took a slight step back.

Joe Heath quirked a smile: “What perfume are you using? It smells really good.”

Jasmine Yale laughed: “Guess.”

“No need.”

Joe Heath raised his brow, this woman knew how to keep people interested.

Jasmine lifted the interview equipment in her hand, and smiled: “I’m going to work.”

Joe Heath called her: “What’s your name? You could at least tell me that?”

“We meet by chance, no need to know.”

When Jasmine Yale laughed, her clear and beautiful eyes and two rows of pearl-white teeth were revealed, radiant and delightful.

Joe Heath squinted his eyes, extended his long fingers, and smoothed out the corner of her dress.

As he approached, he could smell her elegant fragrance.

Very unique.

Her long hair fell on her shoulders with a slight curl at the tips, which was perfectly balanced.

Neither coquettish, nor girlish.

“Do you know, when a woman speaks to a man like this, it is considered…” Joe Heath looked at her and lowered his voice, “teasing.”

“Teasing takes capital, which I don’t have,” said Jasmine, spreading her hands.

Joe Heath looked at her and laughed.

Jasmine gave a polite nod and walked away.

The lighting at the cocktail party was dim and ambiguous, carrying a mysterious atmosphere. Up front, someone was playing the piano and the violin.

Most people at the party were talking, drinking, and the sound of laughter was endless.

7:30 PM.

Jasmine Yale’s work had more or less been done.

She had drunk quite a bit of alcohol and felt a bit dizzy.

“Beauty Belle, look, my daughter Kamila and you have been chatting all night, you seem to get along very well.”

“Aunt Gari, look, I need to toast to several investors and we shall catch up next time.”

Brianna Belle stood up from the sofa, holding red wine, twisting her slender waist, and left.

“Tsk, she’s really putting on airs. What’s the use of being famous abroad? In here, she still has to wine and dine with the investors.”

The middle-aged woman lowered her voice and sneered disdainfully.

“Mum, she’s simply too arrogant. Even after a basket-full of good words, it’s of no use.”

The middle-aged woman’s daughter looked up, took a sip of wine, and her face was not happy either..