Fated love: the unwanted bride
Chapter 1303: No Return Date in Sight

Chapter 1303: Chapter 1303: No Return Date in Sight

His attitude was very poor, and his tone was both cold and hard.

Joe Heath’s gaze towards her was filled with thorns!

Melody Xylas’ mind was dizzy; she could no longer hear what Joe Heath was saying. All she felt was someone talking beside her ear, buzzing like bees.

Her head ached, and her body alternated between cold and hot. She felt as though she was in deep water and fierce fire, as if her body no longer belonged to her.

"You can’t even stand for a few minutes without faltering; are you faking it?" Joe didn’t believe her.

Melody furrowed her brows tightly, her eyes closed.

"Cold, cold..."

She curled up her body, her hands frantically grabbing at something, longing to catch hold of anything.

Joe threw a blanket over her and looked at her pale, melon-seed-shaped face, unable to help but frown: "You really are delicate, still thinking you’re some kind of princess!"

"You’re so noisy..." Melody was in so much discomfort she thought she might die, but his buzzing voice kept ringing in her ears.

"You!"

Melody clutched the blanket tightly.

But one blanket was not enough; she was still so cold, so very cold.

"So annoying." Joe, impatient, gestured to call over a servant, "Take good care of her, and if it’s serious, take her to the hospital. As long as she’s not dead, don’t call me. Also, if anyone dares to mention a word of this to the old man, I’ll chop him up."

"Yes, young master."

"Hmm." Joe straightened his collar, gave Melody on the sofa a cold look and then headed upstairs.

Definitely nothing serious, this woman is so dramatic.

Such a performance, as if at death’s door!

Joe did not want to bother and went straight into his own room.

Perhaps it was because of the drinks, but his temples throbbed, and he felt a sense of unease inside.

If his father found out about this, he wouldn’t be able to escape responsibility.

But as long as that woman, Melody, didn’t complain, his father would definitely not know.

Damn it, when she was younger, she was always such a tattletale. Expecting her not to tell was like expecting the sun to rise from the west.

Thinking this, Joe felt even more annoyed.

But if she dared to tell, he would make sure she couldn’t escape responsibility either!

Trying to fight him?

With these thoughts, Joe felt reassured, hummed a song, laid back on the bed, not caring about Melody’s life or death.

His head ached slightly, so he turned off the lights and slept peacefully.

At first, he could still hear the noises coming from downstairs.

Then sleepiness struck and all he heard was the sound of the wind brushing the window, "swish, swish," as he gradually fell into a deep sleep.

The night enveloped, and the entirety of Landon was shrouded in deep darkness.

...

Early morning.

Landon’s winter is always unbearably dry, with the north wind blowing, filling the air with heavy dust.

Such weather makes people uncomfortable.

The roadside trees were bare, and the streets were filled with ceaseless vehicles and pedestrians coming and going.

Landon never lacks people.

This city, prosperous and crowded.

Jasmine Yale wore a mask and a scarf, revealing only her reddened eyes, as her long eyelashes blinked gently.

She dragged her suitcase with one hand, knowing her destination, yet feeling as though she had nowhere to return.

The wind blew her long hair; a few strands fluttered onto her eyes, and she reached out from her coat to brush them away gently.

The winter in Landon was dry and cold.

At a glance, there was nothing but desolate traces.

She walked slowly on the street, as she had during countless days and months in the streets and alleys of Landon.

A year ago, when she returned, she couldn’t leave the Cheney Residence.

Adding it all up, it’s been almost two years since she’s walked the streets of Landon like this.