The Seventh Miserable Bride

Chapter 3

"What's your name?" Sebastian Simons asked. "Yasmine Taylor."

"You may leave now."-

Yasmine Taylor did not leave immediately.

She stared at him straight in the eye and asked, "Will you choose me?"

"Why should I choose you? Give me a reason." Sebastian's lips curled, and he seemed to be interested in her confidence.

"I'm very confident that I can be your seventh and last wife."

"My last wife?" Sebastian snorted, "No woman has the audacity to act so arrogantly before me."

"If you don't believe it, you can give me a try, unless you're really afraid that I really have the ability to do

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Hearing this, Sebastian snickered menacingly, "Well, since you're so sure, I'll give you a chance just for your courage. But remember, it doesn't matter who I choose because I don't want to love any woman at all."

After finishing his words, Sebastian stood up and walked out of the door. This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Yasmine let out a long sigh of relief, thanking her lucky stars. She got up and followed behind him.

When they appeared, everyone outside the door had their eyes glued on her and Sebastian.

"Young Master, you've made your decision?" The person in charge blubbered in confusion when he saw Sebastian coming out of the reception room.

"Yes, it's her." Sebastian raised his chin slightly, pointing at Yasmine.

Almost immediately, the waiting room exploded in a frenzy. Yasmine stirred up public shock and anger.

"What ability does she have to be chosen by you, Master Sebastian?" Someone wailed.

"Isn't she Yasmine Taylor? How can she be better than me? If I went in before her, I would be the chosen one." Another jeered.

"That's right. How could she..." One was too shocked to finish her sentence.

"Young Master's choice has never been and shouldn't be questioned." The person in charge smiled and said, "Everyone, please enter the banquet hall."

After that, he turned to Sebastian and Yasmine and said, "Young master, Madam said that if you have chosen your fiancee, you may bring her to the main hall to meet her."

Sebastian turned around and walked directly towards the main hall.

Yasmine nodded at the person in charge to thank him, and then followed him in small steps, taking deep breaths.

She was not afraid of any questioning or challenges, as her purpose was clear. In the main hall, an elegant, older lady was waiting for them.

Like Sebastian, she had the aura of superiority, but the smile on her face was kind and sincere.

She was surprised, completely different from the stereotypical image of the evil mother-in-law.

"Is this the girl you chose?" Mila Simons asked Sebastian.

Sebastian said, "Yes." dismissively, while taking his seat.

Mila held Yasmine's hand and sat her down next to herself. She asked kindly, "Which family are you from?"

"Madam, I'm the eldest daughter of Henry Taylor. My name is Yasmine Taylor." Yasmine replied in a respectful manner.

"How old are you, my dear?" Mila asked gently.

"Twenty four." Yasmine gave her a shy smile, as she was not so nervous anymore.

"Were you scared by my son just now?" chuckled Mila.

"No, Master Sebastian is not as scary as I thought." When Yasmine said this, she purposely glanced at Sebastian, anticipating his reaction.

Sebastian let out an obvious snort, but he didn't refute.

Mila's eyes widened, clearly taken aback, She looked back and forth between Yasmine and Sebastian, and said in a trembling tone, "I'll leave my son under your care. Our family will treat you well, this I can assure you."

"Thank you, madam." Yasmine nodded politely.

"And tomorrow, the wedding for both of you shall be held at the Emperor Hotel," Mila added.

"Thank you — " Yasmine was about to answer.

"No." Sebastian interrupted her, "I have a wedding every time I get married. It's too troublesome."

"What do you mean by 'too troublesome'? This is Yasmine's first marriage! We have to give her a proper ceremony! It's our obligation!" Mila was old but indignant. She stood her ground firmly.

Sebastian went silent. He did not say anything, but glanced at Yasmine and left.

Mila glared at him and comforted Yasmine, "He has such a bad temper, but he is still a good soul deep down. Don't mind him."