Fated love: the unwanted bride
Chapter 1397: Small? Not small at all

Chapter 1397: Chapter 1397: Small? Not small at all

"It’s lost, just let it be," Joan Harry said expressionlessly, avoiding Jesse Rowan as if avoiding the plague.

"Oh," Jesse Rowan said as he played with the hairpin in his hand, "If you don’t want it, that’s fine. We have plenty at home, I’ll take you to pick from the jewelry box later."

This hairpin was quite beautiful, made up of smooth white pearls shaped like a rose.

She didn’t want it, so Jesse Rowan just stuffed it into his pocket.

He led her into the villa.

As soon as they entered, he clapped his hands, "Come, come, let me introduce you, this is Miss Harry."

The servants lined up, bowed respectfully and said, "Greetings, Miss Harry."

The villa was brand new, and Joan Harry was the first woman Jesse Rowan had brought here.

"Alright, from now on, whatever Miss Harry needs, you must be at her beck and call, understand?"

"We hear you."

"Okay, disperse," Jesse Rowan waved his hand again.

"I can’t possibly stay here, I want to go home," Joan Harry stood still, her face displaying a cold chill.

"Home?" Jesse Rowan squinted his eyes, noncommittally, "Isn’t this your home?"

"Jesse Rowan, stop playing dumb, I will call my father."

"That depends on whether he has the time for you."

"What do you mean?"

"It means nothing, just that I think your dear father might be very busy," Jesse Rowan chuckled, "Come, let me show you to your room."

"I don’t want to see it," Joan flared up, shaking off his hand, "Let me go, or else..."

"You’ll die for me to see?" Jesse Rowan interrupted her, coaxing, "Don’t be like that, Joan, we can talk this through. If you find me at fault, I can change."

"Jesse Rowan, I’m begging you, please let me go."

Jesse Rowan paused for a moment, a deep darkness filling his eyes.

He stroked his chin, seemingly contemplating for a few seconds.

His gaze fell on Joan Harry’s reluctant face, and in her reddened eyes, he saw hatred and despair.

"It’s okay, think it over a few more days," Jesse Rowan said, his tone lighter, "I’m a very patient person."

"I don’t want to think, just let me go..."

"Be obedient, how about this, if you won’t consider it, accompany me once and I’ll let you go," Mr. Rowan smiled meaningfully, "If you’re willing to think it over, I won’t touch you, not these few days. How about that?"

Joan Harry couldn’t believe someone could be so shameless.

What did he take her for?

A feeling of shame and outrage washed over her from head to toe like cold water harshly poured over her body.

She stood there, her legs grew weak, her mind went blank.

The education she and Jesse Rowan had received was different; she grew up cherished by everyone, always excelling in grades and abilities.

Now, however, she found herself reduced to a state like that of a bar hostess, her complexion instantly pale as paper, devoid of color.

No, not even a bar hostess might be toyed with like this.

And her?

"Don’t be sad," Jesse Rowan coaxed her, lifting her hand to touch his face, "Am I not good enough? Look at me a bit more, look again. Aren’t I fair-skinned and delicate, a feast for the eyes?"

Jesse Rowan was very pleased with himself.

In every aspect, he was extremely satisfied.

"Jesse Rowan, you are a despicable and shameless villain."

"Small? I’m not small, am I?" Jesse Rowan felt wronged.

How dare she call him small, when every woman who had been with him always praised him as "so big, so impressive."