Fated love: the unwanted bride

Jasmine Yale was stunned, had she been unconscious for three whole days and nights?

“Miss Yale, the surgery went well and there won’t be any lasting effects. Once the stitches are removed, you will be just fine,” a nurse assured.

“Will it leave a scar?” Jasmine asked musingly, touching her neck.

Would it look terrible if there was a scar there?

“Mr. Heath has specifically prepared a scar removal lotion for you. The results are very good and it won’t leave any traces,” the nurse said with a smile.

“Mr. Heath?”

Jasmine furrowed her brows — Joe Heath? Had he been there?

“Exactly, Mr. Heath. He has been taking care of you in the ward for the past few days. I saw how exhausted he was so I told him to get some sleep. It was just after he left that you woke up,” she added.

“Then… who gave me the bath?” Jasmine’s mind swirled.

“A female nurse helped you with the bath,” the nurse said, grinning, “And oh! Mr. Heath has been such a good friend to you. Over the past few days, not only has he gone without sleep, but he has also been cooking porridge for you daily. I suggested to him we could do it after you woke up but he refused, saying it would be too late if you woke up and felt hungry.”

“He knows how to cook porridge?”

Jasmine found it hard to believe.

A playboy like him, making soup and rice?

“Exactly. And he makes it very well. The ward is always filled with the pleasant aroma.”

Jasmine fell silent and didn’t know what to say.

As the nurse tidied up, she kept reminding Jasmine of things she needed to be careful about – not touching the water, avoiding heavy exercise, not staying up late or getting angry…

“By the way,” Jasmine looked up and asked, “Who brought me here to the hospital?”

“A Mr. Cheney. Is he a friend of yours? Quite a handsome man.”

The nurse giggled. He was incredibly good-looking, and although it had been days since they last saw him, he was still a popular topic amongst them.

Jasmine was taken aback, nodded her head and said indifferently, “An acquaintance.”

“You got into danger while vacationing in the forest, right? Some places there can be quite dangerous. But thankfully, the surgery was a success. When you were brought in, you were completely covered in blood. Mr. Cheney seemed quite worried about you.”

The nurse was chatty and kept talking to Jasmine.

In contrast, Jasmine was a bit more reticent, not engaging in the conversation.

“Where is he?”

“Mr. Cheney? He left after your surgery ended. His girlfriend had also come in. They left together.”

“His girlfriend?” Jasmine was confused.

Yolanda Fern? Was she here, too?

So now that her surgery was a success, why hadn’t they stayed to check on her?

“Yes. She’s a very soft-spoken lady. I heard Mr. Cheney calling her ‘Yolanda Fern.’ She truly lives up to her name, being so gentle and elegant.”

“Where did they go?”

“I think they went to the airport to head back home. I’m not sure about the specifics.”

Jasmine felt a sense of complexity in her heart.

Would he… stop caring about her from now on?

Jasmine’s eyelashes dropped down, fluttering slightly like a butterfly’s wings.

“Miss Yale, there’s a phone available in the hospital if you need to make a call,” the nurse offered.

“Alright.”

“By the way, the caretaker removed a ring when bathing you, and I’ve kept it for you.”

The nurse opened a small cupboard and took out a small box.

“A ring?” Jasmine was taken aback.

When did she get a ring? She had never bought a ring for herself…

Nor had anyone ever gifted her one.

“Yeah, it’s this one, and it’s really beautiful,” the nurse said, opening the box, “It’s so delicate. It must be quite expensive, right?”

Jasmine was once again taken aback. The ring….