Unexpected Love: Mr CEO wild baby

"Did you run away too because your mother would sell you?" Keenan asked as he looked at Jasmine who had her back to him.

"Yeah," said Jasmine, then sat back down at the chair. She chose to drink her tea.

"Drink your tea, before it gets cold," she exclaimed after drinking, looked at Keenan who sat down on the dining table chair opposite her.

Keenan immediately drank his tea little by a little while looking at Jasmine who looked away from him. "Just tell me what's your problem, maybe I can help," he exclaimed.

"Tomorrow I have to get married," said Jasmine.

Oh no. Keenan felt like he was hit with a rock on his head, Jasmine's words made him seem unwilling, not willing to marry. he was nothing to the girl, even just met this afternoon.

"I have to marry a man who had a wife, my mom has received a lot of money from that man, so I have to marry him. I didn't think my mom could sell me, I felt like I was only raised and then used as a favor, but is that how a child returns the love to mother?" Jasmine began to tell a long story, with tears in her eyes.

Flashback on

Marta glared at Jasmine who dared to speak loudly in front of her, she immediately slapped her daughter.

PLAKK...

"Mom," Jasmine held her hot cheek as she looked at her mother who looked very angry.

"You don't need to know who your father is

You should be grateful that mommy still wants to raise you! Unlike other prostitutes who throw their children into an orphanage! Mommy is also a pimp to support your life, so don't complain too much!" Marta insisted.

jasmine was still crying, imagining that she would sleep and serve Marco who had made love to the girls in this house, he had even made love to her mother. The girl shuddered in horror and would not allow herself to be married and touched by this man.

"Mom, one day when I graduate, I will work hard to earn money, money for mommy," she said confidently.

Marta smiled faintly, imagining it would take a long time to get money from Jasmine who even had to wait a year to graduate college, while Marco had promised a lot of money, a new house, her life would be full of wealth in an instant.

"Jasmine, just forget about that plan of yours. the world is too cruel, sometimes even though people already have a high education degree, it is not easy to get a job. You better marry Mr. Marco, your life will be good, full of wealth, there will be no shortage. And I don't have to sell another girl anymore, because he has promised to take care of Mom's life." Marta said confidently, then got out of bed to leave Jasmine's room.

"What if he just tricked Mommy? what if he just marries me and doesn't give mommy any more money?" Jasmine asked in her husky voice.

"He won't be able to deceive because mommy has a lot of evidence of her crimes," Marta replied with a proud smile, then turned to look at Jasmine.

"You better prepare yourself, soon mommy will take you to the boutique, we will buy a wedding dress for you," she said.

"But, Mom, I don't love him!"

"Love can come because you get used to him, you will love him after you marry him.. and let's just say, this is a reward for the benefits of mommy who has raised you!" Marta affirmed, then immediately left Jasmine alone.

Brakk...

the bedroom door closed loudly, Jasmine gasped and stared at her bedroom door locked from the outside, she sighed because there was no chance to refuse.

until a few moments, Jasmine was silent thinking about her fate, the image of Marco's face that was very excited when he looked at her, made her very afraid, and didn't want to be the wife who would serve him every time he asked to be served. moreover, that girl will only be made a mistress, what if his first wife finds out about her if she becomes a mistress? surely she will be bullied and humiliated by many people, a bad impression as the daughter of a pimp will be even worse because she is a mistress.

Jasmine shook her head. "No...no, I won't marry him. I better get out of here before mommy comes and asks me to go find a wedding dress."

Jasmine got out of bed and walked over to the window that didn't have a trellis, it made her think it was easy to escape. he immediately opened the window and took a chair to climb up to the window.

Brugh...

Jasmine fell to the ground, the window was too high she had to flop down. although in pain, she immediately ran away from her mother's house which for her was already hot and not suitable for her.

Flashback off

Keenan was already sitting beside Jasmine, he wiped the girl's tears and looked at her with pity as if he felt the pain of being sold by her birth mother to a married man just for money.

"Jasmine, you don't have to worry, you won't marry him, stay here and everything will be fine," said Keenan with confidence.

"Mommy will be demanded to return the money, I'm sure she will not return the money and choose to keep chasing me even Mr. Marco's men will also chasing me. Things are not as easy as we think when we deal with Mr. Marco." Jasmine said pessimistically, maybe this comfort will only last for a moment, sooner or later Marcò will find it.

Keenan was silent for a moment, looking at Jasmine, who looked down and sobbed. 'I won't let a good girl like you marry a married man, I'm even ready to marry you if I can get you free from that damn Marco!' he thought furiously.

jasmine wiped her tears and straightened her face, she turned and smiled at Keenan. "Shouldn't you go home soon? Sorry for telling you too much, I didn't mean to burden you. I just wanted to vent all the restlessness in my heart."

Keenan stared at the smiling Jasmine, he knew it was a fake smile. "I'm going home. Tomorrow morning I'll come back here again. Six o'clock," he said.

"What for?" Jasmine asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I'll do something for you. before I come, you get ready," said Keenan then got up from the chair.

Jasmine was silent not understanding Keenan's plan, she immediately woke up from her daydream and followed Keenan who was walking out of the apartment.

"Keenan," Jasmine called.

Keenan who had arrived at the door turned to look at Jasmine's teary eyes, he approached the girl and wiped her tears before they fell on her cheeks.

"Why? Don't cry, I can't see girls cry."

"Thanks for being nice to me, you're the only friend I have, a new friend I'm very comfortable with," said Jasmine, looking down shyly.

"If I make you comfortable, don't cry anymore. Remember, tomorrow I will come at six, be prepared for me." Keenan looked down and kissed Jasmine's forehead, then immediately left her alone in the apartment.

Jasmine was speechless, she didn't expect to get a kiss from the handsome and elite man. all this time she had always been ostracized by the youth who knew her on campus because she was the daughter of a pimp.