Fated love: the unwanted bride

The watch that Lana Fern gave to Joe Heath fell to the ground, lying all alone.

The moment Lana left, Jasmine Yale threw a glance at Joe.

“Happy now?” He looked at her.

“Thanks, CEO Heath.”

Jasmine felt a lot better inside.

“Look at you, why get into a quarrel over something so trivial? It’s not good for your image,” Joe tsked, “You could have just come to me, you know?”

Jasmine laughed; suddenly Joe didn’t seem all too bad.

“Let’s go, upstairs!”

“Release my hand first.”

“Quit the chatter.”

Joe refused to let go, clutching her wrist as they headed for the stairwell.

“In Landon, can you do whatever you like, CEO Heath?” Jasmine was suddenly very curious.

“Did you learn Chinese from the mailroom uncle? What does doing whatever you like mean?”

“It means to act like a crab, bulldozing your way through life.”

“Well…” Joe laughed, “I suppose I’m average, I have my older brother watching over me.”

“Your older brother seems to be very powerful.”

“Correct, I have to listen to him.”

The elevator arrived, and Joe pulled her into it.

Joe’s apartment was neither large nor small; as the door opened, those inside came out to greet them.

Jasmine glanced around; she didn’t recognize anyone.

“Mr. Heath, is this your girlfriend?” A man giggled.

Joe gave him a shove, releasing Jasmine’s hand: “Quit it, go prepare the drinks.”

The place was well decorated and festive. The living room was filled with balloons and flowers.

Jasmine didn’t bring a gift. Her only cake was gone too, which was quite embarrassing.

“Jasmine, sit on the sofa for a bit and play a few rounds of cards,” Joe instructed.

Immediately, someone politely gave up their spot, saying, “Miss Yale, please have a seat.”

Jasmine waved her hand, “I can’t…”

“No problem, just enjoy the game.” The man insisted, pushing her down, “Use my money. If you lose, it’s on me. If you win, it’s all yours.”

Jasmine realized that it was the same card game Sylvan Cheney had taught her. Apparently, rich people liked to play this.

“I really don’t know how…” Jasmine laughingly protested.

“Just give it a try.”

Jasmine reluctantly took her place.

Luckily, Sylvan had taught her a few tricks before, which came in handy.

“I play a 10.” The dealer announced, “Miss Yale, it’s your turn.”

Jasmine looked at her cards, recalling the tactics Sylvan taught her and tried to play.

“Miss Yale, you’re rather impressive.” The man who gave up his seat laughed.

“Just a casual move.” Jasmine laughed awkwardly.

Some men were smoking, filling the living room with a thick haze.

There were also women eating fruit and watching the game, chattering away. The atmosphere was lively.

In no time, Jasmine got the hang of the game with them.

This time, without any coaching, Jasmine bravely went about calculating her cards.

Thankfully, Sylvan’s methods last time still proved effective. She won a few rounds consecutively.

“Hahaha, Miss Yale is really something. You said you couldn’t play,” a man teased.

Jasmine laughed: “I’m just lucky.”

“Miss Yale, the way you play cards resembles someone else.” A man smoking across from her glanced at Jasmine.

“Really? I’ve just learned this.” Jasmine responded.

“Just learned? Miss Yale is indeed impressive.”

“Wow, no wonder you’re Mr. Heath’s girlfriend. So talented. Miss Yale, did you learn your game from Mr. Heath?”

“Uhm…” Jasmine managed a smile, “I learned from some videos online, just fiddled around a bit..”