Fated love: the unwanted bride-Chapter 249 - :1 Don’t Know Whose Girl This is
Chapter 249: Chapter 249:1 Don’t Know Whose Girl This is
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So that’s how it is.
“Mr. Cheney has a kind heart, he has always treated her like a sister.” Tomer added.
Butler Santana was a bit puzzled.
Mr. Cheney has a kind heart? At least in her eyes, Mr. Cheney was not a kind and compassionate man.
Back in London, anyone who dared to say anything wrong would definitely end up in a predicament.
Once, someone had broken into his house in London in the middle of the night and was shot dead by Mr. Cheney!
She had been cautious all these years and in any case, she could not associate the words “kind-hearted” with Mr. Cheney.
“Therefore, Butler Santana, Mr. Cheney allowed Miss Yale to stay at the Cheney Residence only because of old ties.” Tomer explained, “In a certain sense, Miss Yale can be considered the young master’s aunt.”
“Hmm.”
Butler Santana couldn’t argue as Tomer surely knew more than her.
“Tomer, do you think Mr. Cheney will return to London eventually?” Butler Santana asked.
“He definitely will. Miss Fern’s health is poor and she can’t return to live in her home country. Considering her, Mr. Cheney will certainly go back.”
Butler Santana no longer asked any further.
She hardly knew either Jasmine Yale or Yolanda Fern, and has never dared to speculate about anything rashly.
Just because she is cautious in doing things, Mr. Cheney has had complete trust in her over these years.
She will not shoot herself in the foot.
“Butler Santana, you can go and pick up the young master. School is almost out.”
Butler Santana nodded, “OK.”
Jasmine Yale left the Cheney residence, ready to hail a cab on the roadside.
After waiting for quite a while without a cab in sight, she had to carry on walking while waiting.
“Isn’t this Jasmine? What a coincidence! My, oh my, why do we have such a strong connection?”
A black Porsche convertible stopped, noble and flamboyant.
The man in the driver’s seat took off his sunglasses, rested his arm on the window, his lips curved upward at the corners.
That face, handsome and free-spirited.
Jasmine Yale narrowed her eyes.
What a coincidence.
“Isn’t CEO Heath going to flirt with girls today?”
“I don’t like your insinuation, do I look like a flirtatious person?”
“A lot.”
“Hop in, I’ll give you a ride.”
Joe Heath jumped off the car like a perfect gentleman and opened the passenger door for her.
“No need to bother, CEO Heath.” Jasmine Yale refused.
A man like Joe Heath was like a fox – you could never see through what he had on his mind or what he might be scheming.
“Your temper reminds me a lot of my brother.” Joe Heath smirked, “I am not going to eat you. Why not take the free ride?”
Jasmine Yale glanced at the time. It is indeed not easy to catch a cab at this time.
Jasmine Yale grinned slightly and sat in the passenger seat.
“Well, that’s more like it. With an upright gentleman like me, you can fully trust.”
Joe Heath got back into the car and pulled a U-turn.
Jasmine Yale stayed silent, just looking straight ahead.
“What’s wrong? In a bad mood? Why did you come to this part of town?” Joe Heath glanced at her.
Looking at her ashen and haggard face, he wondered if somebody had bullied her.
“Don’t meddle.”Jasmine Yale said, clearly annoyed.
“You’re the first person who’s dared to talk to me, Joe Heath, like that.”
Joe Heath snapped his fingers and whistled.
Jasmine’s feisty temper easily aroused one’s desire to conquer her…
He just didn’t know whose girl she was.
Jasmine Yale remained quiet.
“Why aren’t you saying anything? You used to be pretty chatty. Are you in a bad mood? If you’re not feeling good, come and find me!” Joe Heath said, “I can take you anywhere you want, and make sure you have plenty of fun.”
“I can’t trust a person like you.” Jasmine Yale replied.
She rubbed her palms together; he had even written his name there last time!
