Fated love: the unwanted bride

She almost hugged her dress as she jogged all the way, directly running towards the restroom in the suite.

It was a quiet long corridor, the lights dim, silent as the grave.

Perhaps she should be thankful that most people were still at the party and there was no one in the corridor.

She kept running in the direction of the restroom, and only when she found it did she finally breathe a sigh of relief, her whole body weakly leaning against the wall.

For the longest time, she had no energy, everything before her eyes was dark.

After fixing her dress, she walked out.

Her hair was already a tangled mess, her makeup ruined, and her neck was covered in deep and shallow kiss marks, many of which were shocking and wouldn’t wash off.

Jasmine Yale felt a bit at a loss, she hadn’t brought a jacket, and there were too many kiss marks while she was wearing a spaghetti strap evening dress.

She lowered her head, washed her face, trying to clear her mind a bit.

The intoxication had fully worn off, leaving only sporadic feelings of drunkenness, more so was the sobriety and annoyance.

They were kiss marks, everywhere were kiss marks!

On her neck, beside her ears, on her chest... even letting her hair down couldn’t cover them.

Jasmine felt desperate, washed her face, dazedly looking at herself in the mirror, her hands braced on the sink, she stared into the mirror motionlessly.

The person in the mirror, she almost didn’t recognize.

Water was dripping down her face, the makeup completely gone, her face showing an ashen hue, almost pallid, without any color of blood.

How different was the person in the mirror from the one earlier in the evening, chatting and laughing, receiving compliments?

Jasmine looked at the mirror, a pale smile on her face with an expression in her eyes of bleak desolation and despair, her pupils unfocused.

She leaned over the sink, unsure how to deal with the kiss marks on her body, also not knowing how to re-enter the venue. In her current state, she definitely couldn’t return.

For a long time, she remained leaning over like that, motionless.

The water from her face continued to drip into the sink, drip-drop, drip-drop, the sound amplified by the emptiness and quiet of the restroom.

The restroom was somewhat cold, and now it was nearing dawn. Jasmine finally straightened herself up, hugging her arms tightly.

She dried her face, only then realizing she had left her purse in Will Caddel’s car, her makeup, tissues, everything was inside it.

She casually wiped her face, and slightly tidied her messy hair.

Everywhere was quiet and still, the restroom occupied only by her.

After careful tidying, her complexion looked slightly better, but still very pale.

Just as she turned around to leave, suddenly, she heard faint footsteps.

Jasmine startled, lifted her head, turned around, and immediately saw Erin Janus with her large belly.

Erin’s face was somber, her eyes sharp, her brow and gaze unable to conceal the anger.

Before Jasmine could react, Erin raised her hand, stepped forward a few steps, and a slap came swinging out!

Being pregnant, her movements were slow, and Jasmine shifted aside, not letting her hit.

Jasmine stood by the wall, back leaning on the wall, her face indifferent as she looked at Erin, her gaze revealing unfathomable obscurity and depth, her complexion not looking great either.

The restroom lights flickered on and off.

"Jasmine Yale, turns out you’re here. I didn’t see you at the party, so I knew you hadn’t gone back, secretly seducing someone’s husband behind the scenes again. How shameless can you be? You homewrecker, why are you so rampant, never changing your ways, specifically sneaking around with others’ husbands? Jasmine Yale, you’re just a whore!" Erin furiously scolded, harsh and unpleasant, she was also very agitated, her chest heaving, fists clenched tightly.

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