The Seventh Miserable Bride

Chapter 238

"How dare you fool me?" Sebastian Simons put his arm around her neck and pulled her head towards him, tickling her. Yasmine Taylor wriggled her body and giggled, "Okay, I surrender. I'll tell you."

"Tell me quickly."

She tidied her messy hair and looked at the bright moon hanging in the night sky. "Gabriel said that he was very happy to see that I have found my happiness too." RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

Sebastian was stunned. "That's it?"

"What else do you want him to say?"

"That's the best then,"

He took her into his arms and smiled dotingly.

The two of them sat for a while and saw the guests coming out of the villa one after another. Sebastian said, "It's getting late. Shall we say goodbye to the bride and groom and go back to the hotel to rest?"

"Yes, sounds good to me,"

Yasmine nodded and yawned. She was indeed a little tired.

Gabriel Smith and Marissa Harrison came out to see them off. Sebastian came forward and joked, "Hey, you finally freed yourself with your nauseating cheesy lines."

"Ah, don't mention it. I was almost tortured to death. I won't let these guys torment me the next time I get married."

"Next time?" Sebastian, Yasmine, and Marissa exclaimed in unison.

Gabriel realized that he said misspoke. He immediately explained, "No, no, I was so tired that I'm starting to talk nonsense. I didn't mean that!"

"Gabriel, your playboy personality has to be corrected. Miss Marissa is both talented and beautiful. How could you think of getting married the second time? How many times are you going to get married in your life?"

Marissa felt so wronged that she was about to cry, while Sebastian was deliberately adding flame to the fire with his words.

"President Sebastian, could you please stop speaking?"

"Miss Marissa, although I do pity you, but since you're already married to him, you'd better bear with it in the future."

"No, Marissa, don't listen to his nonsense. Except for his wife, I only love you."

"Look, he even loves my wife. How could he love his friend's wife? He's truly a lost cause."

Seeing that Gabriel was making things worse with his explanations, Yasmine broke into a cold sweat. She gave Sebastian a pinch, "Stop trying to make things difficult for them, or else Gabriel will beat you up again."

"When did I make things difficult for them? Didn't you hear that? He was the one who said that he wants to get married again next time," Marissa pouted and glared at Gabriel angrily. She turned around and ran into the villa.

"Hey, Marissa, listen to my explanation..."

While Gabriel was chasing after his wife, he turned back and roared, "Yasmine, why did you marry such a man? You're ruined...!"

Yasmine looked at Sebastian and asked grumpily, "Are you satisfied now?"

Sebastian had already laughed out loud. "Yep."

"If they get into a quarrel on their wedding night, they'll kill you."

After spending a night in F City, they returned to B City the next day. They did not expect that there was another happy event waiting for them at home.

In the early morning, Tiffany Simons announced proudly, "No one can go out today. There will be important guests coming later."

Madam Simons asked in surprise, "Who is it?"

"I'll keep it a secret for the time being. You'll find out later."

Seeing the bashful look on her sister-in-law's face, Yasmine guessed roughly, "It's not Fynn, is it?"

"How is he an important guest?"

Sebastian interrupted grumpily.

"If it's not Fynn, could it be... his father?"

In fact, she was right. At 9.a.m, several black cars arrived at their house one after another. The visitor was Master Blaine.

Madam Simons led her family members out to welcome them. As soon as Master Blaine met her, he greeted her. "My dear in-laws, I hope that I'm not imposing on you."

"No, certainly not."

Madam Simons smiled politely.

Master Blaine ordered his men, "Bring all the wedding gifts into the house."

Several burly men opened the trunk and took out a bunch of gifts. Madam Simons was quite surprised. "Master Blaine, what are you doing?"

"I'm here to propose a marriage to you on behalf of my son."

Master Blaine looked at Madam Simons' daughter and nodded with satisfaction. "Thanks to Miss Tiffany, I was able to reconcile with my son."

Tiffany smiled euphemistically, "Uncle, you don't have to be so polite. I didn't really do anything. You can reconcile with each other because of the kinship between you two."

"Haha, my future daughter-in-law is really good at talking. I've like her already."

"Master Blaine, please have a seat inside."

When they entered the living room, Yasmine asked Tiffany in a soft voice, "Why isn't Fynn here?"

"You have to ask your husband about this. He asked Fynn to go on a business trip for him while he stays at home to accompany his wife. I hate him so much."

"Then how did you know that Master Blaine was coming today?" "Fynn told me on the phone last night."

"Oh..."

She sat on the couch with Tiffany opposite her. On the other hand, Sebastian sat next to Master Blaine.

Just as they were about to get down to business, Fynn suddenly appeared in front of them. Tiffany stood up in excitement and asked, "Fynn? Why are you here?"

Fynn smiled, "I came back on the earliest flight."

Master Blaine looked at his son and grinned happily. "Fie would be here on such an important day even if he has to fly back himself."

With a delighted look on her face, Tiffany pulled Fynn to sit down next to her.

"Madam Simons, I'm sure you won't have any objections to the marriage between my son and your daughter. Although our family is not as rich as yours, it will not be a problem for your daughter to live an extravagant life. I will definitely treat Tiffany as my own daughter. Please be rest assured to entrust your daughter to my son."

Madam Simons nodded, "Fynn came to our house when he was still in his teens. I have never treated him as an outsider. Fie has served our family for more than ten years. I know that he is a good person, and I am very relieved to hand Tiffany to him."

"That's great. Why don't we look for a date so that they could get married?"

"Okay, I'll have someone look for a suitable date. I'll inform you after we finalize a date." "There's no need to look at it. I've already got someone to keep an eye on it. Let's do it on the sixth day of next month."

"Okay, it's settled then."

The marriage was decided just like that. Tiffany's dream was finally coming true. She was indescribably overjoyed and she stole a glance at the man beside her. Finally, he belonged to her.

Madam Simons told the servants to prepare a sumptuous lunch and invited Master Blaine to stay for lunch. When Master Blaine heard that Madam Simons liked to play pokers, he proposed to play several rounds immediately.

"Which two of you will play with us?"

He looked at Sebastian, Yasmine, Fynn and Tiffany.

Tiffany pulled Fynn's hand and said, "We have something to talk about. Yasmine, you should play with my brother."

Without waiting for Sebastian's answer, she ran upstairs with Fynn.

As they entered her room, Tiffany closed the door. Tiffany couldn't wait to hug and kiss him. Her little hands immediately unbuckled his belt. Fynn was shocked and excited at the same time, saying, "Tiffany, you're getting bolder now..."

"I want you," Tiffany raised her head innocently and rubbed her body against his. Her skin was as smooth as silk. "Don't you want me?"

"Now? Aren't you afraid that someone would knock on the door?" Fynn raised his eyebrows in surprise, but he still held her tightly with his hands. She looked at him. Their foreheads were touching, and Fynn loved her eyes the most. At that moment, Tiffany stuck out her tongue and licked his lips. "Yes, now."

How could Fynn resist such enthusiasm? He slowly put his arm around her neck and responded to her kiss.

Yasmine received a phone call from Henry Taylor a week after Master Blaine's proposal. After she hung up, she was deep in thought. At that time, she was having lunch with Sebastian. Sebastian asked confusedly, "Who was it?"

"My father."

"Why did he call?" Sebastian's face darkened.

"He wanted to meet with me."

"Don't."

Yasmine smiled bitterly, "What's wrong? You seem to hate him more than I do."

"Of course I hate him. I despise all of the people who don't like my wife. I hate them to death."

"But he said that he has something important to tell me and he asked me to see him no matter what."

"Aren't you afraid that he and his vicious daughter will set you up?"

Yasmine was lost in thought. After a while, she looked up, "Why don't you come with me?"

"Do you really want to go?"

"It's not that I want to go, but I need to know what he wants to say to me." Sebastian thought for a moment, "Okay. I'll go with you then. When is it?"

"Tomorrow night."

After work the next evening, the two of them did not return home after leaving the company. Instead, they went to the place they had agreed on with Henry.

In the private room of a restaurant, Henry was inside alone. Sebastian breathed a sigh of relief and whispered to Yasmine, "I'll wait for you at the door. Call me if you need anything."

"Aren't you going in with me?"

"I won't listen to the conversation between you and your father. Remember, if there is anything wrong, you must call me."

"Okay."

When she entered the private room, Henry pointed to the chair beside the table, "Have a seat."

"What do you want with me?"

Glancing at the exquisite food on the table, it seemed that Henry did not ask out merely to have dinner with her.

"We have never had a good meal together. Let's make up for that today."

Henry poured a glass of wine and slowly drank it. Yasmine wanted to laugh. She didn't expect Henry to say these words.

"Yasmine, since you left that day, I have thought about what you said carefully. I'm really sorry for you and your mother. The two of you are the people that I have wronged the most in my life. I won't ask you to forgive me today. I just want to tell you that I have done something wrong, and I realize that it was all my fault. I know I'm wrong, I really know I'm wrong, Yasmine, I'm sorry..."

Henry apologized incoherently with tears in the corner of his eyes. Yasmine looked at him indifferently. The grey hair on his head was proof that he was aging. Should she be glad that he had asked for forgiveness before he died?

"Is that what you want to say to me?"

Henry nodded and wiped his tears away. "The night before yesterday, I suddenly dreamed of your mother. She said that I was a b*stard and that I didn't fulfill my duty as a father. She was right. I was a b*stard, a complete b*stard. In those years, I clearly knew that you and your mother had a hard time, but I never helped you. It was only right for you two to hate me. Karma has finally gotten to me. Linda's mother died while Linda herself got married to a man who was almost the same age as me. My body is also getting worse each day. Yasmine, I don't hope for you to forgive me but I hope that you could accept my apology. I might die soon and I will never have the chance to meet you again..."

"I forgive you,"

Yasmine said these words calmly, tears flowing out of her eyes. "But as you said, in those years, you clearly knew how hard it was for me and my mother, but yet you didn't lend a helping hand. Some of the pain could never be healed. I forgive you, but I can't go back to the point where we could love each other. Please take care of yourself in the future." "How about your sister? She's in a very unstable mood now. Could you please... let her go?"

Yasmine paused her steps and turned her eyes slightly. "I have never thought of going against her, so you can take her away."

When she walked out of the room, she saw that her beloved man was waiting for her patiently. At that moment, there was an unprecedented softness in her heart. At least in her life, she had such a person to accompany her.

Sebastian saw that her eyes were red, but he did not ask anything. He went forward to give her a warm hug and whispered, "Let's go home."

As Tiffany's wedding date approached, Sebastian's pace of dealing with Claudine Tucker was getting tighter and tighter. Since he had joined hands with Master Blaine, Claudine's life was getting worse day by day. First, her capital chain was severely affected, and then, the anti- corruption bureau started looking for her. She knew that these were all the tricks pulled by Sebastian. In a fit of anger, she dialed Sebastian's number.

"Are you really going to push me up to the wall?"

She cut to the chase and asked.

Sebastian retorted sarcastically, "It was you who pushed yourself into a dead end. When you did those dirty things, you should have known that you were digging your own grave."

"Oh, dirty things? Which one do you mean?"

Sebastian paused for a moment, "You have to pay the price for killing my father." "Yes, Young Master Simons, you always knew that your father's death has something to do with me. In fact, you've already known what I told your father, haven't you?"

Her voice suddenly became chilly, just like her expression, ferocious and horrible.

Sebastian didn't say anything, but one could feel that he was about to explode with anger.

"If you don't give me a chance to live, then we all are going to suffer. If I tell your wife what I told your father, what do you think will happen..."