Fated love: the unwanted bride

She never asked Sylvan Cheney about anything, and Sylvan Cheney never told her anything.

Joe Heath approached her, his smile charming yet devilish.

“I’ll tell you but don’t say I told you,” Joe Heath whispered, “With Chale Cheney in hand, my elder brother can get a piece of land from his grandfather. That piece of land is worth a city—many people are scheming for it. His grandfather certainly wouldn’t give it to anyone else. Many years ago, he told my brother that it would only be given to my brother’s son.”

“To get that piece of land, my brother has worked hard. Despite not liking kids, he even had a child with a woman.”

“Of course, this deal is damn profitable. But it’s something I couldn’t do.”

Joe Heath said a lot in one go.

He lit a cigarette, squinting his long, narrow eyes at Jasmine Yale.

Surrounded by smoke, under the sunlight, he was stunning.

Jasmine Yale was momentarily stunned, her mouth slightly open, her face full of surprise.

So, Sylvan Cheney’s life was full of manipulation, even his reasons for having a child were based on gain?

She knew he didn’t like children.

She slightly turned her head, looking at Little Chale squatting not far away.

The little guy was smiling so happily.

If, one day, the Little Chale came to know that his existence was only due to his father’s vested interest, would he be upset?

Jasmine Yale’s voice sank, and her face became very ugly.

How innocent children are.

“What about that piece of land? Did your brother get it?”

Jasmine Yale kicked a small stone on the ground.

“Got half of it,” Joe Heath smirked, “My brother’s grandfather, Spencer Childe, is even more cunning. Would he simply give away such an important piece of land?”

“Half? Is he not planning to give the other half?”

“The other half… I better not tell you, lest you feel more upset and think my brother is not even human,” Joe Heath sneered. “Anyway, I just want to tell you, in my brother’s mind, women come second. His first priority is always his own interests. Got it?”

“Why should I believe what you’re saying?”

Jasmine Yale raised her head and laughed.

There was a touch of sorrow and helplessness in her laughter.

Was his every move motivated by self-interest?

What about when he took her in?

Under the sunlight, her smile was scorching.

There was a slight mist on her long lashes, making everything look hazy.

“I didn’t ask you to believe me. I simply said what I knew. If you want to confirm it, go ask my brother, okay?”

Joe Heath took a puff of his cigarette, squinting his eyes.

“There’s nothing to ask. He and I… we’ve nothing to do with each other for a long time now,” Jasmine Yale’s face was calm.

It’s been three years since they last interacted.

They were never meant to exist in the same world.

He’s smart, meticulous, deeply mindful; every move he makes and every decision he takes is well thought out.

She’s not like that.

She prefers to live a carefree life, not overthinking matters.

Her brain doesn’t like to accommodate too much stuff.

Therefore, he always called her ‘stupid.’

In actuality, she isn’t stupid, she just can’t compete with him.

They were never meant to be in the same world from the very beginning.

“A while ago, my brother wanted me to impersonate a ‘Mr. Yale’. Now I think about it, was he planning to deceive you?” Joe Heath looked at her.

Jasmine Yale suddenly realized.

If she hadn’t exposed Sylvan Cheney back then, would he have let Joe Heath impersonate Mr. Yale?

“What advantage would he get from deceiving me?”

Jasmine Yale spoke lightly, looking vacant.

“Of course there would be an advantage. That little boy likes you, and he is busy. By tricking you to come back to the Cheney Residence, you could look after the little boy for free..”