Fated love: the unwanted bride

The air was filled with a chilling sharpness that pierced her face with every gust of wind, like an ice-cold needle.

The world was desolate and vast under the bleak sky.

Jasmine wrapped her red scarf tighter around her, burying her face within.

It was so cold!

Landon seemed especially freezing this year.

As soon as she stepped onto this ground, a wave of familiarity washed over her.

This was, after all, the place where she had lived for fifteen years, not without some lingering memories.

She had lived here for fifteen years.

Joe Heath’s Porsche was parked ostentatiously outside the airport.

“Jasmine, have you been waiting long?” He hopped out of the car, “I was held up by a few shareholders. Sorry, for being late.”

Jasmine shook her head with a smile, “No, I just arrived.”

“Why didn’t you dress warmer? You must be freezing.”

Joe couldn’t help but feel a pang of pity seeing her face flushed red from the cold.

“I did dress warm, I just didn’t expect Landon to be this cold.”

Jasmine stomped her feet, the cold wind relentlessly seeping into her clothes.

“It is exceptionally cold this year, especially today, with such low temperature and no sunshine.”

As Joe said this, he took off his black scarf.

He wrapped another layer of scarf around Jasmine before leading her to the car, fully satisfied.

Joe held her hand and couldn’t help but worry, “Your hands are so cold, why didn’t you wear gloves?”

“I forgot to buy some…” Jasmine replied awkwardly.

Joe’s scarf still held his warmth, which made Jasmine’s heart flutter.

He opened the car door for her and let her sit in the passenger seat.

Jasmine looked up at Joe and laughed.

“You look handsome today.”

She was telling the truth; Joe, dressed in a gray overcoat, looked even more stable and handsome, giving off a sense of calmness he didn’t usually have.

“When am I not handsome?”

Joe got in the driver’s seat, started the car with a charming smile.

The Porsche quickly started and left the airport.

But neither of them noticed —

Not far away, a black Rolls-Royce was discreetly parked by the road.

The man in the driver’s seat held a half-smoked cigarette between his fingers.

The rising smoke hid half of his cold, austere face, his eyes flashing a gloomy light.

The Porsche smoothly drove to a hotel.

The car was warm and Jasmine finally felt comfortable.

“How many days are you planning to stay in Landon?” Joe asked.

“I will leave once they are engaged.”

“Don’t you intend to stay and enjoy yourself? You haven’t been back for a while, right?”

“I have lived here for fifteen years, I don’t think there’s anything more to enjoy. But I do miss Peyenne.” Jasmine sighed.

“Didn’t I tell you, she’s fine. She’s being taken care of by Lincoln Lamar’s people. Lincoln is one of my talents, he wouldn’t dare to treat Peyenne badly.”

“I want to see her.”

“Not possible, she’s in Switzerland, don’t go running around.”

“Alright, I get it.”

Jasmine knew Switzerland was far, and she wouldn’t go there without a good reason. But she can’t help but miss Peyenne.

Peyenne is her best friend in Landon.

Seeing Jasmine in good spirits, Joe was relieved.

It seemed she genuinely didn’t care about certain people or matters.

But it was better to step back and enjoy the boundless sea and sky, rather than forcing oneself into a corner.

He also doubted that his elder brother, Sylvan Cheney, could ever truly like Jasmine, considering their incompatible personalities.

With Sylvan, Jasmine would only find herself at a disadvantage.