Fated love: the unwanted bride

“Assistant McIntosh?” Jasmine Yale was a bit surprised.

“Mr. Cheney asked me to come up and take care of you, he’s gone out to buy food.”

“Oh okay,” Jasmine Yale sat on her bed listlessly.

“I brought these comic books for you. If you’re bored, have a look,” Charles McIntosh placed the books at her bedside, “Mr. Cheney said you like these.”

Jasmine looked at them, they were all interesting comics.

She used to be quite fond of them in the past.

But… that was when she was a child.

“I don’t like reading these anymore,” Jasmine Yale laughed lightly, her beautiful eyes sparkling, “I’ll just watch some TV.”

Charles McIntosh wasn’t very good at socializing.

He nodded, “sounds good.”

Jasmine turned on the television, keeping the volume low.

She changed around several channels. Not finding anything she wanted to watch, she settled with a cartoon show.

Her heart was not on the television screen, she just watched it in a daze, her gaze unfocused.

Charles McIntosh stood nearby, feeling a bit embarrassed, but not knowing what to say.

“Miss Yale, after hearing you were sick yesterday, Mr. Cheney came over immediately. He even left his engagement banquet halfway.”

Jasmine paused slightly.

She chuckled, “Isn’t that a very irresponsible thing to do? What would Miss Yolanda think?”

“Miss Yale, it’s not like that, please don’t misunderstand Mr. Cheney.”

“I didn’t misunderstand him.” Jasmine continued watching the TV.

“Miss Yale, there’s something I’m hesitant to tell you, Mr. Cheney is indeed rather cold towards others, but he treats you and young master differently.”

“Assistant McIntosh, you wouldn’t understand the things that have happened between him and me.”

“I know that some things, if they didn’t happen to you personally, you can never truly understand,” said Charles McIntosh.

“Yeah. So, stop trying to comfort me,” Jasmine stared at the television blankly.

Charles McIntosh’s attempt to comfort her was in vain.

This man, didn’t know how to comfort people at all.

“Miss Yale, please stay in Landon. Don’t leave.”

“Impossible.”

“Miss Yale, Miss Yolanda returned to Lonton yesterday.”

“Your boss has countless ways to hurt people,” Jasmine smiled lightly, in a laid-back manner, “He is… such a wicked person…”

Charles McIntosh was embarrassed.

Is Mr. Cheney really that bad?

For a while, Charles McIntosh didn’t know what to say.

There were some things, if Sylvan Cheney doesn’t allow, he couldn’t disclose. Like her child, like this engagement.

“Miss Yale, Mr. Cheney is queuing up at the Archeus Brand. He went in person. It’s very cold outside and there’s a long queue.”

“He doesn’t have to go,” Jasmine said casually.

Charles McIntosh fell silent again.

Jasmine felt that there wasn’t much common ground for conversation with Charles McIntosh.

He’s just like Sylvan Cheney.

“Oh, by the way, Assistant McIntosh, do you have someone you like?” Jasmine suddenly became curious about this question.

Charles McIntosh was taken aback, not expecting Jasmine to ask him this question.

A hint of strangeness flickered across his eyes.

But after a long pause, he responded, “No.”

Jasmine smirked, she had figured as much.

Charles McIntosh was indeed good-looking, but he was too introverted, even more so than Sylvan Cheney.

“You can go do your work. I’m fine just watching TV. Don’t worry, I have no strength to run away,” Jasmine glanced at him nonchalantly.

“Alright,” Charles McIntosh agreed.

It was only then that he left the sickroom and closed the door for Jasmine.

Once he left, Jasmine felt bit more relaxed.

With Charles McIntosh, she truly had nothing in common to discuss.

She called Joe Heath, but surprisingly, no one picked up.