Fated love: the unwanted bride

Chapter 329: Let Me Dream of Your Original Appearance

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One has to admit, Joe Heath does give her a lot of face time.

After he took off his coat, he sang a song.

Under the dazzling lights, shadows oscillating, the scene was alluring.

“I pretend to not understand/give me a blanket/so I can dream of your initial appearance/I thought it won’t be like this/I’ve thought through all the reasons/wanting to go till the end…”

The women in the room started shouting, and a few men joined in.

Jasmine Yale couldn’t believe it, Joe Heath’s singing was really nice.

Moreover, he came off as an eighteen or nineteen-year-old boy.

After the song, Joe Heath walked up to the sofa.

He grabbed Jasmine Yale’s wrist and drained the red wine from her glass.

Her body still carried that light fragrance, exactly like their first meeting.

He moved closer to her, his hot breath brushing her ears.

Jasmine Yale blushed and looked away.

“CEO Heath.” She glanced at him uncomfortably.

To the contrast, Joe Heath was more relaxed, he chuckled lightly, “Why are you calling me CEO Heath, forgot about what you wrote in my palm again? Such a bad memory, what will you do when you get old.”

With that, he grabbed her hand.

However, the writing on her palm was long gone, only the lines of her palm remained.

Jasmine Yale tugged at her hand, attempting to pull it away.

But Joe Heath held on.

“You are drunk.” Jasmine Yale looked at him.

Joe Heath also looked at her, holding up two fingers –

“I only had two glasses, how could I be drunk. Looking at you, however, could get me drunk.”

His deep gaze was fixed on her face, her image reflected in his pupils.

A slight upward curve was hanging at the corner of his lips.

Jasmine Yale extended a hand, supporting his head to look at other women.

“Mmm, look at a few more beauties, and you’ll be passed out,” she laughed.

“No, looking at them… would sober me up.”

Jasmine Yale laughed even harder, “You are such a flirt.”

“I only flirt with you.” Joe Heath said meaningfully.

“Alright, I take it seriously now, it’s your turn to show me your breakdancing.”

“Okay.”

Joe Heath is not one to make promises he can’t keep.

The room was spacious enough.

Jasmine Yale rested her head and watched him, her eyes blurred.

Once Joe Heath started dancing, several men immediately whistled!

“oh, oh, oh…”

The women also screamed along.

Jasmine Yale watched as the crowd stirred, it really improved her mood, the cloudiness in her heart gradually dispersing.

It was as if she had been walking aimlessly for a long time when suddenly, a lamp appeared in front of her.

Although Joe Heath could be a bit of a jerk, he danced well.

When the dance ended, everyone clapped enthusiastically.

Jasmine Yale also clapped along.

Joe Heath came over, tousled her hair, and asked, “Are you feeling better now?”

Jasmine Yale handed him a bottle of water –

“Mmm, I’m feeling better.”

He took the water from Jasmine Yale, and unscrewed the cap.

Joe Heath saw the shining reflection in her eyes, knowing she wasn’t lying to him.

“You folks carry on singing.” Joe Heath pointed towards the other women, “Oh, and have some beers sent over.”

“Alright, CEO Heath.”

Upon responding, one woman swayed her hips as she walked out.

Jasmine Yale felt a little hot, so she took off her coat.

“You’re switching to beer again?” She looked at Joe Heath.

“No, just for cheering up, you’ll see.”

Joe Heath looked at her mysteriously, a sly glint in his eye.

The remaining men started to pick up the mics to sing. The noise in the room was deafening.

Joe Heath sat next to Jasmine Yale, diligently pouring her wine and offering her snacks.

(Seeing everyone’s messages is so cute, yes, Elder Cheney’s daughter-in-law is running away with someone else, haha…)

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