Fated love: the unwanted bride

“Did you not just bathe last night?”

“I had a nightmare and woke up feeling uneasy. You help me wash up.”

“Miss, bathing is such a personal task…” The maid stopped mid-sentence, unwilling to comply.

“I’m asking you to assist me, is there a problem?” Jasmine Yale spoke with a stern countenance.

Left without a choice and frustrated, the maid reluctantly led Jasmine to the bathroom.

Jasmine Yale had discerned the pattern; while she took her baths, there were always two bodyguards stationed at the door.

She wasn’t sure if there were bodyguards in other parts of the house, but on the third floor, it was just the two of them.

Jasmine thought that no matter what, she would not just sit around and wait for her death.

Entering the bathroom, the two bodyguards stood guard at the door as usual, and the maid accompanied her in.

Inside the bathroom, the maid began to run hot water as Jasmine usually liked.

Quickly, the bathroom was filled with a layer of white steam. As the steam became more and more dense, the cramped space began to grow hazy.

Jasmine sat on the outside sofa watching TV, waiting for the maid to finish filling the tub.

“Miss, it’s about ready. You can come in to wash now.”

“Ok.” Jasmine got off the sofa.

Walking in, the maid was facing away from her, squatting down, testing the water temperature with her hand.

In Jasmine’s hand was a vase, which she quietly carried over—

Seizing the opportunity while the maid was off guard, she raised her hand, forcefully swinging the vase—

“Clang”, she lashed out!

The maid let out a muffled sound and fell to the floor limply, showing no signs of reaction.

Jasmine had secretly added sedatives to the maid’s red bean soup earlier.

This maid definitely wouldn’t wake up any time soon.

Jasmine quickly changed into the maid’s clothes and put her own on the unconscious maid.

The water in the bathroom was still running, emitting heat and filling the room with white steam.

She managed to do these swiftly, all without making a sound.

Jasmine took out a lighter from her pocket—

That was originally the wedding gift she had intended to give to Sylvan Cheney. Little did she imagine that it would serve a different purpose ahead of time. With a press, the flame leapt up, blazing red.

Jasmine lit the wardrobe in the partition outside the bathroom…

The instant the flames sparked, she felt a wave of liberation wash over her.

Has she committed murder and arson already?

The fire spread swiftly, and in no time, all the clothes in the wardrobe were ablaze, billowing thick smoke.

Jasmine ran into the bathroom and used a wet towel to cover her face.

The flickering flames danced like mischievous sprites, leaping around wildly.

Reflected in Jasmine’s eyes were the roaring red flames, the chilling sensation seeping deep into her bones.

Every cell in her body was clamoring, screaming…

She only had one life left. She wanted to survive.

The wardrobe was set alight, next, the fire spread to the sofa, the wooden table, the chairs…

Moreover, she could even hear the sound of the fire consuming the wood, “hiss”!

“Help! Help! There’s a fire!”

Jasmine yelled, then covered her face and hid in the corner of the bathroom.

The two ever-vigilant bodyguards immediately kicked open the door!

Seeing the sight before them, they were taken aback. The fire was ferocious, and there was a constant trend of its spreading!

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The flames were as red as crimson, illuminating everything as if it were the dusk.

No matter how composed the two bodyguards usually were, chaos ensued in this situation.

Jasmine knew, these two only had good martial skills but lacked intelligence.

Seizing the moment when the two bodyguards ran towards the fire, Jasmine sprinted towards the corridor like a small mouse, quickly darting out from the corner!

The two bodyguards were alarmed and busy fighting the fire, completely oblivious to Jasmine scrambling away with wild, disheveled hair!