Fated love: the unwanted bride

Jasmine Yale looked down, it was an image she had downloaded randomly as her screensaver.

“What do you think looks good? Jasy can change it,” Jasmine coaxed.

The little guy opened Jasmine’s album and began flipping through the photos with his small finger.

Jasmine coaxed him while feeding him.

The little guy was so fluffy and held in his arms was very comfortable.

“This one, this one!”

In no time, Chale Cheney seemed to have discovered a new world, pointing to a photo.

Jasmine took a look, feeling sheepish —

It was a group photo taken last time at the amusement park.

She, Sylvan Cheney, and Chale Cheney.

The only group photo.

“Jasy, Jasy, this one, this one looks best,” Chale Cheney was shaking Jasmine’s arm, “Good, is it good?”

“Good…” Jasmine agreed.

“Then you change it quickly.”

Jasmine had no choice but to listen to the little guy and changed the screensaver to the group photo.

With this photo, she probably won’t be able to find a boyfriend for a while.

Chale Cheney was thrilled, hugging Jasmine’s mobile and laughing: “This looks good!”

Jasmine had to indulge him.

By the time they arrived at the zoo, it was almost noon.

The sun was abundant, and the air was fresh.

Jasmine brought Chale Cheney into the zoo for a stroll. The little guy was thrilled by the small animals.

One moment he was taking photos with the little penguins, the next he was talking to the little parrots.

“Jasmine, brought the little guy out to the zoo?”

From behind, a clear male voice rang out.

Jasmine turned her head; it was Joe Heath.

“CEO Heath.”

“Uncle Heath.”

Joe Heath took off his sunglasses, his handsome face appeared more chiseled under the sunlight.

At the corner of his lips was an upward curve, a blend of charm and willfulness.

He wore a casual white suit, looking youthful and handsome.

“How come you haven’t grown taller? Hmm, you must be malnourished,” Joe Heath touched Chale Cheney’s head.

Chale Cheney immediately pouted.

Jasmine was both angry and amused: “Joe Heath, can’t you compliment the child for once?”

Chaley was already quite tall compared to his peers, Joe Heath, that jerk!

“It seems like you’re also darker,” Joe Heath touched Chale Cheney’s face again.

Damn!

Jasmine immediately slapped his hand away: “Go where it is cool!”

Chale Cheney was not happy anymore, clinging to Jasmine’s arm.

“Jasy, Uncle Heath said I’m darker…”

“He’s blind.”

Joe Heath:

Jasmine kept holding Chale Cheney’s hand and continued walking, ignoring Joe Heath.

“Take me with you,” Joe Heath followed them on his own accord.

“CEO Heath, are you quite idle?” Jasmine said indifferently.

“I heard your mood is not too good.”

“Where did you hear that from?” Jasmine said carelessly.

“If I’m not well-informed, why would I be in the entertainment industry.”

Jasmine scoffed.

“Tonight, I’ll take you to see a great show, how about it?” Joe Heath’s lips curved into a devilish smile.

Jasmine looked up, squinting at him.

“What kind of show? How good is it?”

Joe Heath’s face was bathed in sunlight, giving off a touch of glib charm.

“The show you want to watch, as good as you want it to be. Are you interested?”

“Why did you invite me to the show?”

“What else could it be, I want to cheer you up,” Joe Heath lowered his voice.

He leaned down, getting very close to Jasmine.

The way he was, it was as if he was whispering sweet nothings to Jasmine.

Jasmine felt uncomfortable and moved away.

“Seeing you unhappy makes me unhappy, so I want to try and make you happy. It’s not good to be too oppressive, it can lead to depression..”