Fated love: the unwanted bride
Chapter 1398: I’ll Take You to See the Lanterns Tonight

Chapter 1398: Chapter 1398: I’ll Take You to See the Lanterns Tonight

Joan Harry shrugged off his hand, unwilling to talk to him.

Jesse Rowan thought that the reason why a beauty was considered a beauty was that she looked beautiful whether smiling, angry, or losing her temper.

It’s just that he had never seen Joan Harry smiling.

Would she look even more beautiful when she smiled since she was so good-looking even when angry?

Thinking this, Jesse Rowan actually started to look forward to it.

Jesse Rowan followed Joan Harry around, pouring her tea.

"Can you just fuck off?" Joan Harry was really annoyed with him, seriously annoyed, with disdain clear in the depths of her eyes, "I don’t want to see you. Since you want me to think for a few days, then stay out of my sight during these days."

"That won’t do." Young Mr. Rowan didn’t agree and shook his head, "I can only agree not to touch you, but we still have to stick together. Hm... How about I take you to see the lanterns tonight?"

"No!" Joan Harry was very impatient, "I won’t go anywhere with you. You may not feel ashamed, but I do."

"..." Jesse Rowan once again doubted his own appearance.

Really? Was he so un-presentable now?

He always thought he was fairly good-looking.

At least everyone who had seen him said he looked handsome, with a well-proportioned face, fair skin, and dignified features.

"Oh, so you like lanterns?" Jesse Rowan followed her like a little dog.

"Lanterns? Does Mr. Rowan even understand the meaning of watching lanterns? Being with someone you like, that’s called watching lanterns; being with someone you don’t like, that’s called torture, get it?" Joan Harry’s every word was laced with sarcasm and indifference.

"Cultured people are really profound in speech," Jesse Rowan touched his chin, as if in thought.

Joan Harry just shook her head; talking to Jesse Rowan was like talking to a wall.

She didn’t know what this Mr. Rowan was thinking.

Maybe the novelty hadn’t worn off yet, and he was doing all this to woo her.

Or maybe he had always wooed women the same way.

"Mr. Rowan, don’t you have work?" Joan Harry looked at him with sarcasm, her eyes red but with a dark gleam.

Jesse Rowan shook his head: "Work? What is that, does it taste good?"

"Have you graduated from college?"

"I’ve graduated, rest assured, I’m quite cultured," Jesse Rowan said, "I graduated from the business school of Canford University, impressive, huh?"

"Just you? How much did you pay for your degree?"

"Not much, just a few hundred grand."

"..."

Joan Harry rubbed her forehead, her head aching badly: "I have a headache, get out."

"Why do you have a headache all of a sudden? Do you need medicine?"

"Because looking at you gives me a headache, okay?"

"..." Jesse Rowan stood there innocently, "Usually women get a backache when they see me, how come it’s a headache with you?"

"Jesse Rowan! Are you out of your mind?!"

"..."

"Get out."

"..." Jesse Rowan looked more innocent, like a little child, standing there, aggrieved and suffocated.

He finally left, with his tail between his legs.

The living room suddenly became quiet.

Joan Harry sat on the couch blankly, her eyes lifeless, her complexion still pale as paper.

The noise had turned to silence all around, not a sound to be heard.

Joan Harry could hear her own breathing and heartbeat. She pressed her hand to her chest and lay down on the couch cushion.

The cushion emitted a delicate scent of lavender, and soon, her shoulders trembled, and tears inevitably flowed from her eyes, dampening the cushion.

The silent living room was filled with the sound of crying.