Fated love: the unwanted bride Chapter 105 – Chapter 105: Chapter 105 What are you afraid of

Chapter 105: Chapter 105 What are you afraid of

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“Hello.”

“Miss Yale, your package has arrived; it's downstairs” – a man's voice.

“A package?” Miss Yale seemed puzzled.

She hadn't bought anything recently, who sent it to her?

After hanging up, she quickly put on her flats and rushed downstairs.

Today was Saturday; the residential area was packed. It was half-past five in the evening, and it was not dark yet.

Once she went downstairs, surely there was a courier waiting.

“Are you Miss Yale? This is your delivery.” The man handed her the package.

Jasmine Yale was curious. The package wasn't heavy or light but rather an ordinary weight, what could be inside?

She shook it but couldn't guess either.

“Jasmine, I'm sorry. That bastard Lincoln Lamar just called me, he wants me at the shooting site!”

Just as Jasmine was about to go upstairs, Peyenne Jones hurriedly came down, her bag on her back.

“Hey, aren't you having dinner?”

“No! I'm leaving! Call me if you miss me!”

“Don't you need to tidy up?” Jasmine saw Peyenne's hair was still loose.

“No worries, I'm not going for a blind date!”

Peyenne waved her hand while walking out of the community.

Jasmine shrugged and returned to her room.

Upon opening the bag, to her surprise, it contained a beautifully wrapped gift box tied with a pink ribbon and a delicate bow.

Who sent her this gift? Could it have been sent to the wrong person?

Her birthday had already passed…

Carefully, she unwrapped it; as she opened the box, there were those white high-heeled shoes inside.

The high heels she had longed for but couldn't bring herself to buy!

Under the light, the high heels appeared to be elegant and beautiful, and the rhinestones glistened brilliantly on them.

They were the exact size she had tried on.

She tipped the box again, and there, at the bottom, was a note with printed calligraphy.

“Jasy, a gift for you.”

Was it a gift from Little Chaley?

It must be, only Little Chaley knew that she liked these high-heeled shoes.

But where would a kid get so much money?

This gift, she couldn't possibly accept.

Thinking so, she found the perfect opportunity to call Little Chaley.

But no one picked up.

She didn't want to tell Mr. Yale about it; if he found out, there was no telling what he'd think, maybe he'd assume she was taking the child's money.

So she just put the gift box back on the table, without taking out the new shoes to try them on.

The shoes were indeed beautiful. Although she didn't frequently wear heels, she couldn't help her fondness for them.

Just then, her phone rang again.

She thought it was Little Chaley calling back, but it turned out to be another unknown number.

“Hello.”

“Jasmine Yale?” A woman's voice.

She knew this voice all too well, it was ingrained in her mind.

Hearing her voice sent Jasmine's heart racing.

“Lana Fern?”

“Yes, it's me. Come to Starlake Road, Hourglass Cafe, Table 19. We need to talk,” Lana Fern said directly.

“What's the matter? You can just say it over the phone.”

“I can't explain over the phone,” Lana Fern responded coldly. “What, are you afraid I'm going to eat you? This is a cafe in the city center, what are you afraid of? Chicken.”

Jasmine was familiar with that cafe; it was near the city center shopping mall.

She didn't have anything to be afraid of.

“Alright, I'll come. But this better be important.”

“Of course, just make sure you come.” Lana Fern scoffed and hung up the phone.

At this hour, the dusk was starting to set in, and the street lights were gradually lighting up.

It was windy at night. Jasmine tidied up a bit, grabbed her denim jacket, and shouldered her bag.

Then, she hailed a taxi straight to Starlake Road.

The area was an upscale neighborhood, to be precise, a prime location in Landon..

Chapter end