Fated love: the unwanted bride

She couldn’t recall how many times he had said this, as if she were a child.

“Well, as long as you know, I won’t say anymore.”

Joe Heath patted her head, much like how one would placate a little child.

The night wind felt really good against her skin, and not long after, Jasmine became drowsy and started to doze off.

Joe Heath took off his coat and draped it over her shoulders, letting her lean comfortably against his chest.

He lit a cigarette, gazing at the vast expanse of the starry sky.

The moon was shining in a starlit sky, while crows were flying southward.

Life had returned to its usual routine; the day in the forest gradually faded from Jasmine’s memory.

As if it never happened.

Sylvan Cheney and Chale Cheney had withdrawn from her life, and she had not heard a single word about them since.

The person known as SJC seemed to have completely vanished, no longer logging into his microblog.

But Joe Heath was being extraordinarily responsible.

After the last incident, he arranged for a female bodyguard to be with Jasmine at all times.

She followed her everywhere – during walks, at meals, to and from work.

After a month of this, Jasmine was thoroughly fed up and vented her frustrations to Joe.

Joe took the brunt of her anger, scratched his head, and ordered the bodyguard to keep some distance from Jasmine.

Within this month, Joe hadn’t spent a lot of time in Singapore; he had to return to Landon frequently.

One day, rain started to fall gently in Singapore again.

Jasmine sat in front of her office window sipping milk coffee.

She had visited a hair salon the day before to cut her long hair short and dyed it light yellow, curling it into pear blossom patterns.

She looked at her vague reflection in the window —

Actually, the short hair looked rather good.

It made her appear more feminine.

She had never tried it before because Sylvan wouldn’t allow her to perm or dye her hair.

Once, short bob cuts were the trend in school and she secretly got one for herself.

In return, she got a huge scolding.

It seemed that he really liked her long, dark hair.

During the rebellious stage of adolescence, she never had her rebellious phase. She was well-behaved, had average grades, and was as common as the stars in the sky.

Neither more nor less noteworthy regardless of her presence.

Jasmine raised her hand, spread her fingers, and placed it on the window.

She laughed.

The reflection on the glass window really was different from before.

The rain outside the window hit the glass diagonally and quickly formed into several straight lines which flowed downwards.

At this time of the year, Landon was likely in the midst of a cold winter.

Winters in Landon were always freezing, with frequent snowfall that covered everything in a blanket of white.

Today, Singapore was also quite cold as the temperature had dropped.

She took a sip of her coffee, silently gazing out of the window.

“The boss is here!” A woman coworker exclaimed from behind her.

“Really? Hurry up, sit up straight, close those shopping websites!”

“Right, right, right!”

Jasmine laughed as she stepped out of the office.

True enough, Joe was sitting in the CEO’s office, reviewing documents and signing paperwork with an assistant.

“Why are you here today?” Jasmine asked with a smile.

“Every time I come here, isn’t it because I miss you?” Joe looked up from the documents, staring at her hair, “I saw your photo on the social feed yesterday, and, surprisingly, this hairstyle looks even better than it did in the pictures.”

“Stop joking around with me.” Jasmine lightly tapped his desk.

“I’m being serious, I really like this hairstyle. It looks great!”

A short while later, Joe finished signing with a flourish and told the assistant to close the door.

Jasmine poured a cup of tea for him..