Fated love: the unwanted bride

Jasmine Yale frowned and laughed sarcastically, “What a sister I have in you…” How could she possibly exist?

She had no affection for them whatsoever.

Half-sisters? Ha…

They ostracized her, drove her out of the house, and left her to fend for herself. Joe Heath, impatient, took a drag of his cigarette and tapped on the table— “This woman’s voice is too unpleasant, Elder Jameson, don’t ruin my mood.” “Mr. Heath has spoken.”

Mr. Jameson casually stuffed a few tissues into Kamila Zahir’s mouth.

Kamila whimpered, unable to speak.

Her eyes were filled with tears, she looked at Jasmine pitifully.

Mr. Jameson continued with his antics, instructed someone to bring over a bucket, filled it with beer, and tossed Kamila in.

Joe Heath was displeased, he grumbled: “Elder Jameson, if you’re going to throw her, throw her outside, not in my private room.”

“Yes, yes, my oversight.”

As he said this, Mr. Jameson had the bucket carried out.

The other few women in the private room giggled.

“Mr. Heath sure has a lot of ways to punish people.”

Joe Heath got annoyed: “Who saw me punishing them? I won’t carry the blame for this.”

“We aren’t the ones to judge, let’s ask Miss Yale.” A woman nudged Jasmine Yale.

Jasmine Yale curled her lips: “CEO Heath, if anyone bullies me in the future, you should handle it like this.”

“Consider it done.” Joe Heath moved closer to her.

He peeled an orange and fed it to her.

Jasmine Yale swallowed it and asked lightly, “How did you know I didn’t like

Kamila?”

“Your facial expression, you can’t hide your emotions very well.” Joe Heath said.

“Then you know what she is to me?”

“I made it a point to know.” Joe Heath said slowly, “Usually, I don’t bother

getting involved, but when it concerns me, I make an exception.”

He was determined to get Sylvan Cheney out of the picture.

“Do you think I’m cruel?”

There was some despair on Jasmine Yale’s face.

Her father begged her in the rain, but she was indifferent; her half-sister

begged her, and she was still indifferent.

“Cruel? Jasmine, I don’t like those sympathetic girls who feel sorry for everyone. If you’re stabbed by someone, should you also plead for them?” Joe Heath was indifferent.

Obviously, he was accustomed to this.

He peeled all the oranges and gave them to Jasmine Yale.

Jasmine Yale ate blankly, with a glassy look in her eyes.

“If you don’t want to see them, I can make them disappear.” Joe Heath wiped his hands.

“Never mind, let them fend for themselves.” Jasmine Yale said lightly.

“Since you’ve spoken, then I won’t interfere.”

“Hmm.”

“Feeling better?”

Joe Heath waggled his hand in front of her eyes, his smile bright.

At this moment, he seems like a big boy.

He was considerate, like the boy next door.

“No, you’ve made me upset with these tricks. I prefer watching you dance.”

Jasmine Yale looked unhappy.

The air was still filled with the smell of beer.

“Let’s go, I’ll take you to a good place.”

As he spoke, Joe Heath stood up.

“What good place?” Jasmine Yale was curious.

“Follow me.” Joe Heath picked up Jasmine Yale’s coat. “Put on your coat, it’s cold outside.”

He tenderly helped her put on her coat and buttoned the buttons.

The two of them were very close, and Jasmine Yale’s heartbeat missed a beat. Once ready, Joe Heath smiled, grabbed her wrist, and led her outside.

“You… let go.” Jasmine Yale felt uncomfortable and moved her arm a bit. “Nah, if I let go, I might lose you.”