Fated love: the unwanted bride

“Impressive” as she said and what he had in mind, were definitely not the same!

“Mr. Cheney, why don’t you stop torturing this poor girl? Look, she’s scared of you,” a man chuckled.

“Joe, what’s your relationship with her?” Sylvan Cheney indifferently glanced at Joe Heath.

Great, they’re all opportunists.

His gaze was light, but his eyes were filled with boundless coldness and gloom.

“Brother, we are friends,” Joe Heath laughed.

“Just friends?” Sylvan Cheney pressured.

His tone was infinitely menacing, the atmosphere in the room suddenly became so oppressive that it was suffocating.

The woman who was eating sunflower seeds moments ago immediately quieted down, not daring to breathe.

While not many had met Sylvan Cheney, they had heard about how Mr. Cheney has a temper and neither boasts his merits nor reveals his intentions which makes it hard for people to fathom him.

Even though Joe Heath has known Sylvan Cheney for many years, he can’t figure him out.

“The relationship is still developing,” Joe Heath replied.

Having lived with Sylvan Cheney for twelve years, Jasmine Yale could clearly feel the chilling intent emanating from him.

There was also that raging anger in his eyes.

What was he angry about?

Was it possessiveness at play?

“I liked this woman at first sight. Joe, would you let her keep me company tonight?” Sylvan Cheney said coldly.

Everyone fell silent, watching Joe Heath and Jasmine Yale.

Today was Mr. Heath’s birthday, and for Mr. Cheney to openly claim someone, that’s really disrespectful.

But brothers are like limbs and women are like clothes, if Mr. Heath knew better, he would surely yield to Mr. Cheney.

Joe Heath laughed: “Brother, let’s talk about other things… another day? Since it’s my birthday today, please spare me this once. Let’s continue with the card game?”

Sylvan Cheney sneered, “Since you said so, let’s just continue the game.”

Sylvan Cheney knew Joe Heath very well, with countless rumors swirling around him, he never truly cared for any woman.

Now, very well, someone’s trying to steal from him.

What a bold move.

If he hadn’t come, would Joe Heath and Jasmine Yale have stayed together for the night?

Sylvan Cheney sneered.

Joe Heath let out a breath of relief, Sylvan Cheney thankfully decided not to probe further.

Then, Sylvan lightly tapped the table with his fingers: “Let her stay.”

Joe Heath could no longer say anything. Sylvan Cheney had already given him face.

He patted Jasmine Yale’s shoulder, whispered, “You play cards with Mr.

Cheney, call me if something happens. Don’t be scared, Mr. Cheney is just a bit fierce on the outside.”

Jasmine Yale said nothing. It seemed that Joe Heath didn’t know about her relationship with Sylvan Cheney.

Well, she and Sylvan Cheney had lived under the same roof for twelve years, and very few people knew about their relationship.

“Everyone, just keep playing and have a good time, let me know if you need anything,” Joe Heath told everyone.

Jasmine Yale had no choice but to sit down with determination.

She sat down next to Sylvan Cheney, neither too close nor too far.

Sylvan Cheney lit a cigarette on his finger and took a puff.

Everyone resumed the game, as if nothing had just happened.

The chattering of a few women filled the room and quickly brought the atmosphere back to life.

With Sylvan Cheney present, Jasmine Yale was restless.

She had been winning just until he arrived, and then she started losing.

“Bad luck charm,” she couldn’t help but curse.

Of course, she admitted that she was not as skilled as the others.

“Mr. Cheney, we were just saying how Miss Yale’s card-playing style is very similar to yours,” someone joked.

“Naturally, we’re a husband-and-wife duo,” Sylvan Cheney replied nonchalantly, and played a card.

Everyone laughed, assuming it was just a joke from Sylvan Cheney..