Fated love: the unwanted bride
Chapter 1302 Falling to the Ground

Chapter 1302: Chapter 1302 Falling to the Ground

Hung up the phone, Joe Heath drank a big gulp of red wine.

His Little Jasmine was so simple and gullible, really, Sylvan Cheney that fox made a killing.

Where could you find such a perfect wife.

Damn, having such a good wife and not treasuring her, he truly deserved to be struck by lightning.

He snatched her from his hands, and now passed his wife on to someone else; Joe really wanted to kick this type of man.

Thinking of this, Joe kicked his blanket in frustration.

So infuriating.

He still missed Jasmine Yale, but Jasmine had made it clear to him, and he couldn’t keep pestering her relentlessly.

With that thought, he took another sip of red wine.

His tolerance for alcohol was usually quite good, but he was somewhat tipsy now.

The sky outside the window was oppressively dark, with no moonlight, only an endless expanse of darkness, so thick he couldn’t see his hand in front of his face.

Joe leaned against the pillow, cocked his head, and looked out the window.

The wind blew, rustling the bamboo in the garden, the leaves shivering with a "swish swish" sound.

A hazy light filled Joe’s eyes, shimmering with inebriation.

The alcohol warmed his body, and feeling too hot, he jumped out of bed to open the window.

He shouldn’t have opened it, because he saw the last person he wanted to see.

Melody Xylas stood in the wind, shivering, arms wrapped around herself, lips purplish.

She hung her head low, wishing she could bury her face in her neck, cold to the extreme.

The winter wind was bone-chillingly cold, persistently seeping through her collar; her already pale face grew even paler.

The wind lifted the hem of her nightgown and her long hair; she looked like a withered begonia flower, blooming amidst the cold wind.

She bit her lip firmly, silent, just standing there.

But her body swayed, tottering, as if she might fall over at any moment.

Joe really suspected she was doing it on purpose. The Heath estate was so big, why stand beneath his window?

Perhaps the outside was too cold, and Melody tried to curl up smaller and smaller, as if she wanted to shrink into a ball.

Joe pushed the window open, and instantly, a blast of cold air rushed in.

He couldn’t help but shiver.

"Stupid woman, can’t you stand further away?" Joe stood upstairs, commanding.

Melody heard his voice and slowly lifted her head to look upstairs.

The lights were bright upstairs.

She saw Joe’s face furrowed with anger, handsome yet carrying a chilling coldness and disdain.

She was so cold, her steps faltering.

Her gaze fixed on his face, initially still able to discern his features, but gradually, he became a blur...

Under the stimulation of the light and cold wind, with a "thud", Melody couldn’t hold on anymore and collapsed to the ground.

"Putting on a show for whom."

Joe punched the window, turned around, and ran downstairs.

"Miss Xylas!" The servant saw Melody fall and hurried over to help her up.

Joe pushed through the crowd, bent down, and pinched Melody: "Wake up!"

"That... young master... let’s take her inside first," the servant suggested.

"Get lost, don’t I know that?"

"Okay."

Joe picked up Melody and carried her towards the house.

"Damn, who’s to blame if she gets a cold? I have to go talk to the old man again," Joe muttered.

He set her down on the sofa, then noticed her body was ice-cold.

Inside and outside, it was a clash of fire and ice.

Melody, prodded slightly, murmured in a daze as if she heard him: "I, I won’t talk nonsense... it’s me who caught the chill..."

"Right, it’s your own fault for catching a chill, you deserve it!" Joe’s face was full of disdain.