Fated love: the unwanted bride

With his capabilities, it would be a breeze to find out someone’s identity. But where’s the fun in that?

It’s much more interesting when he woos a girl himself.

“Sir, you can freely come and go from this cocktail party, you have bodyguards following you around. Don’t you think you’d easily know my name?”

“No, no, I only want you to tell me personally.”

Joe Heath leans forward, a sly smile on his lips, half serious and half devil-may-care.

Jasmine Yale feels that if she doesn’t speak up, it could lead to misunderstandings.

“Jasmine Yale.”

“Jasmine Yale? Sounds familiar… Have we met before?”

Joe Heath’s face is still adorned with a grin.

He’s heard plenty of names before, this name, in fact, is not familiar to him at all.

But hey, flirting needs to look like flirting.

“This is our second time meeting.” Jasmine Yale raises two fingers.

“Then there will surely be a third time and many more to come.”

Joe Heath’s face radiates a mysterious confidence, he puts down Jasmine Yale’s hand that he’s just grabbed.

He never disappoints himself.

Jasmine Yale laughs lightly, “Then let’s leave it to fate.”

Saying so, she stood up.

“Wait, the party isn’t over yet, would you join me for a drink?” Joe Heath suggested.

“Sorry, sir. The truth is, I’m a smalltime journalist at an entertainment company, recently promoted, my work is my top concern.”

“Oh?” Joe drawls out the word, “An entertainment company? Which one?” Which entertainment company in Landon doesn’t have connections with him? If it happens to be under his control, then isn’t she practically his employee? Jasmine Yale understands that if he truly wants to know, she won’t be able to hide it from him.

She shrugs her shoulders nonchalantly and speaks the truth.

“Respected Majesty.”

Joe Heath frowns, this isn’t good.

Respected Majesty?

By sheer bad luck, this one isn’t under his control and he has no connection to it whatsoever.

It belongs to that unromantic old man, Sylvan Cheney.

“Sir, your companions are here, I must take my leave now.”

Jasmine Yale glances at the group of women approaching them, grabs her bag, and leaves the hall.

Joe Heath is quickly wrapped up by several actresses.

“CEO Heath, I’m not happy that you didn’t drink with me tonight.”

“CEO Heath, did you receive the text I sent you last time, how come you didn’t respond.”

“CEO Heath, I’ve just bought a villa near your house, we’ll be neighbors from now on.”

“Get out!”

Joe Heath’s face darkened, his tone was full of impatience.

Upon exiting, Jasmine Yale takes a deep breath.

The evening breeze blows through her long hair, the moonlight is enticing, and the water beneath the cruise ship is sparkling.

She stands on the deck for a while to enjoy the breeze, the cool, yet warm night is very comforting.

Glancing ahead, a distant horizon lies between the black sky and the black ocean, an endless surface of water.

This is her first time on a cruise ship. Although Sylvan Cheney is wealthy, he’s never brought her here.

Perhaps he only takes the kind of women worthy to be shown off…

Why on earth would he bring a little rascal like her.

“Jasy, Jasy….”

Suddenly, a soft little hand pulls at the hem of her dress.

The milky voice is filled with uncertainty.

“Little Chale?”

Jasmine Yale looks down, surprised for a moment. How did this little guy get here?

Taking another look, the little guy is dressed up quite handsomely today, like a little gentleman.

“It’s me.” Chale Cheney looks up at Jasmine Yale, his mouth pouting, looking quite wronged.

“What’s wrong? Who bullied you?”

Jasmine Yale squats down, lovingly touching his face, feeling sorry for him.

It’s been a long time since she last saw Little Chale..