Fated love: the unwanted bride

The lights in the club were dim and the room was filled with colorful neon lights, the sound of music, and women’s loud laughter.

The elevator stopped on the eighth floor.

Joe Heath led her towards the private room.

This floor was relatively quiet and well-insulated.

The warm, orange lights in the corridor illuminated the walls that were covered with Western oil paintings.

The air was filled with ambiguity and flamboyance.

“CEO Heath, is there something to eat in the private room? I haven’t had dinner.”

Jasmine Yale followed behind him.

“Yeah, what kind of food do you want? We have slim types, muscular types, big and strong types…”

“Damn it!” Jasmine Yale cursed softly.

Do all men have these things on their mind?

Joe Heath laughed loudly, “I’m just kidding, don’t blush.”

If Sylvan Cheney knew that he, Joe Heath, had brought the girl he raised to a place like this, he would probably strangle him.

Jasmine Yale, this girl, seemed like she had never been exposed to such a scene before.

“I haven’t.” Jasmine Yale denied firmly.

Joe Heath knocked on the wall and lowered his voice: “Do you know what the people inside are doing?”

“What?”

“Men and women, what do you think they are doing? Of course they are…doing it.”

“Damn it.” Jasmine Yale cursed, “Joe Heath, are you sick or what?”

Why would he mention these things to her?

“What’s wrong, my big brother didn’t tell you about these things? Or, he didn’t take you to these places before?”

Joe Heath laughed mockingly.

“Why do you bring up your older brother every other sentence? Are you into him or what?” Jasmine Yale gave him a scornful look.

In the corridor, only their voices could be heard.

Jasmine Yale was huffily.

Joe Heath, on the other hand, was calm, well-dressed.

He was still in the white suit he was wearing in the afternoon, looking righteous and gentlemanly.

“If you don’t like me mentioning him, I’ll stop. Whatever you like me to say, I’ll say, is that okay?” Joe Heath tried to appease her.

Jasmine Yale didn’t reply.

When they arrived at a door, Joe Heath opened it.

Upon opening the door, Jasmine Yale slightly squinted her eyes.

Inside were three or four men, and two scantily dressed women.

Jasmine Yale stood hesitantly at the doorway.

“Come in, don’t be afraid, I’m here.” Joe Heath took her hand.

“Why did you bring me here?” Jasmine Yale asked.

“You’ll find out once we’re inside.”

Joe Heath pulled her hand and dragged her into the room, closing the door behind them.

The light beams in the room spun, giving off a dim light.

“CEO Heath is here!”

“Oh, CEO Heath, please have a seat.”

“Are you all having fun?” Joe Heath strode to the table and put his hands on it.

“We’re having fun.” A woman replied coquettishly.

Jasmine Yale was standing aside, feeling out of place.

“Get some food ready.” Joe Heath instructed.

After he finished speaking, he forcibly pulled Jasmine Yale over and sat her down on the sofa.

“What do you like to eat? Jasmine.”

Joe Heath asked gently.

“Anything is fine, maybe some fruits.” Jasmine Yale said lightly.

“Alright.”

“CEO Heath, who’s this? Aren’t you going to introduce her to us?”

“My girlfriend, isn’t she beautiful?” Joe Heath joked.

“Oh, CEO Heath’s girlfriend, so beautiful, beautiful!”

“CEO Heath, you got a girlfriend without telling us, and we didn’t even have a chance to prepare any gifts.”

Joe Heath waved his hand: “Isn’t the gift simple? How about the things I ordered?”

“They’re all ready.”

The crowd laughed.

Jasmine Yale was totally clueless.

Just then someone brought in some fruits, and Jasmine Yale lowered her head to eat, with Joe Heath sitting next to her.

“Is this place yours?” Jasmine Yale asked softly..