The Seventh Miserable Bride

Chapter 23

Yasmine Taylor was reluctant but she still agreed quickly, "Okay, no problem."

They went downstairs together. Tiffany Simons whispered to her mother, "Mom, our trick worked out!"

"Yeah, if I knew it's so effective, I would have used it earlier."

"If you used it earlier, it might not work. It depends on who it is. I think only Yasmin can handle my brother."

"That's right. Yasmine must have been his rival in her past life..." they said in hushed tones.

Both of them quickly ended their conversation as the couple approached. Mila Simons gently held Yasmine's hand and asked with concern," They said that you were not feeling well. Are you okay? Do you feel better now?"

"I feel much better now. I'm sorry to worry you, mom." Yasmine gave a warm smile.

"It's okay, as long as you're fine. Let's eat, you must be hungry."

Mila winked at the servants. One of them quickly went into the kitchen and served Yasmin a bowl of hot soup.

Yasmine had been drinking the same type of nourishing soup everyday and she had gotten used to it. As she started digging in, Mila reminded her, "Drink it while it's hot."

"Okay."

She picked up her bowl and sipped it slowly. Mila said, " You have to drink it all. You only drank one- third of it yesterday. If that's the case, when will I get a grandchild?"

"Ahem..." Yasmine coughed violently, almost choking on the soup when she heard that. She tried to catch her breath but couldn't stop coughing. Tiffany and Mila quickly pat her on her back and asked, "Are you okay? Are you okay?"

Sebastian was the one sitting closest to her, but he acted as if nothing happened. He looked like he wouldn't care even if she choked herself to death.

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Yasmine took a while before she calmed down and looked at Mila in aghast.

"This is nourishing soup and it can increase the chance of pregnancy. As long as you consistently drink it for a month, you will be pregnant by next month."

Mila was smiling from ear to ear. However, little did she know that Yasmine was weeping deep down in her heart.

Both of them never did anything, and she knew that. It would be very horrifying if the soup alone could make her pregnant. Yasmine reached to Sebastian's thigh and pinched him, signaling him to say something. To her dismay, he put his utensils down and said, "I'm done." He was walking away as if it had nothing to do with him. Yasmine felt torn. She was about to confess that they weren't intimate but swallowed her words when she saw the glittering anticipation in the eyes of her parents-in-law. Although it was not her fault, she couldn't be as cruel as to disappoint them.

"Mom, Dad, Tiffany, enjoy your meal. I'm done too."

She nodded politely and waited for her in- law's acknowledgment to leave the table.

Rushing to her room, she pushed the door open. She gasped and turned around while screaming, her face flushed. Sebastian was naked with only his black briefs and a towel on his shoulder, preparing to shower.

"Didn't you try to seduce me? You got so scared by just seeing this?"

Sebastian walked over and asked teasingly.

"I'm not scared. But you could have undressed in the bathroom. Isn't it bad if the one coming in is Mom, Tiffany, or any other female servants?"

"You're the only one who would rush into my room like this."

"Well, you should at least just keep all these to yourself. We are not really husband and wife..."

"Oh, so you are blaming me for not making love to you?"