The Seventh Miserable Bride

Chapter 50

Yasmine Taylor saw Scott Jules off and then turned her eyes to the man whom she had been neglecting for a long time.

"Sebastian, do you know that you're very weird? I'm a dispensable person to you. Why do you come here so late at night?"

"Have you fallen to depravity because you think that you're worthless?"

Sebastian's face was so gloomy it was as if there would be a thunderstorm in the next second. He was thinking about how to apologize to this woman while on his way here, only to see what he did not want to see.

"Mind your words. How have I fallen into depravity?"

He raised the watch in his hand and said, "At 12 o'clock midnight, you're here at your friend's place, being intimate with a man. Tell me what it is if it's not depravity."

"First of all, we weren't intimate. Secondly, even if he has done something to me, it's our business. What has it got to do with you?"

Yasmine's sharp refute made Sebastian so infuriated that the veins in his temples throbbed.

"So you admit that you have an affair with him?"

Huh! As if she was hearing the most ridiculous joke in the world, Yasmine held her head high and said, "So it's all right if you find me a man, but it's not if find myself one?"

"You're a school teacher, an educator. Don't you feel ashamed to say such words? You're being unruly behind your husband's back and still have face to yell at me!"

"You should be the one feeling ashamed. You handed your wife over to someone else."

"Don't use others' occasional mistakes as an excuse for your own indulgence. The errant blood flows in the bones. Even if that incident didn't happen, you will still be errant."

Sebastian regretted what he said as soon as the words came out. He was here to apologize, but what he said was full of hurtful words.

Yasmine was obviously hurt. There was a thin layer of fog in her eyes. "The errant blood flows in the bones". Linda Taylor had ridiculed her like this many times, and she had already been immune to it. However, when she heard it from Sebastian, she felt unprecedentedly dejected.

Perhaps she thought that even if the whole world looked down upon her, at least this nominal husband would not disdain her.

"If you came here late at night to mock me, congratulations, you've done it."

Yasmine turned around and left dejectedly. Staring at her desolate back, Sebastian really wanted to slap himself in the face.

"I won't do it next time."

With extreme self- blame, he rushed forward and blocked her way. "Won't do what?"

she raised her chin and asked calmly.

"I won't take Yasmine Taylor as a bet and gamble with others anymore."

There was a slight throb in her heart, but she did not want to say anything and just walked past him silently.

Seeing that she was unmoved, Sebastian finally swallowed his pride and shouted in a hurry, "I'm sorry..."

Having waited for a long time, she finally heard him say it. Yasmine felt an urge to cry, but she did not say a word and continued to stride forward until she disappeared completely from his sight. NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

Sebastian had mixed feelings; the sense of defeat, and the feeling of being ignored. He was finally convinced that a woman was born to torture a man.

The next day, when he returned home from the company in the evening, he saw a woman sitting on the sofa as soon as he entered. He was utterly surprised, and at the same time, he was suddenly cheered up.

However, Yasmine was obviously not very delighted to see him. Their eyes met for a short while, then she turned her eyes away indifferently.

When it was dinner time, the atmosphere was back to the previous lively ambience. As usual, Tiffany talked a lot discursively and their mother was enjoying the food very much.

Everyone was well aware of the reason Yasmine had left home for the past few days, so they had a tacit understanding not to mention it.

As soon as dinner was over, Yasmine went upstairs. She sat in the room and unwrapped the bandage around her hand, ready to apply some medicine and re-bandage it.

As both of her hands were injured, it was very inconvenient for her to do it, but she did not want to trouble her family.

Sebastian leaned against the door frame and looked at her for a long time, but she did not notice his presence. He could not help but think that this woman was too persistent.

Cough, cough...

He deliberately coughed twice to attract her attention, then let go of his hands across his chest and walked in.

"If you want to quarrel with me, I'm sorry, I don't have time now."

Yasmine raised her head and glanced at him. She then lowered her head again and continued to do what she was doing.

"Do you think I exist just to quarrel with you?" Sebastian grabbed her hand grumpily and applied the medicine for her with unprecedented gentleness.

How could she afford to receive such great love? Yasmine wanted to withdraw her hand, but he reprimanded unhappily, "Don't move. I can't bear looking at your clumsy behavior."

She could not hold the words back anymore. Yasmine sighed and said earnestly, "Do you actually have schizophrenia? Do you know that others can easily be tortured into madmen if you are inconsistent in the way you treat people?"

"Yes, I know."

He nodded frankly.

"Why do you still do that if you know it?"

"I've performed a profound reflection, so don't worry. I'll try my best to treat you well in the future."

"Really?"

She was stunned by the sudden flatter.

"I thought my attitude was enough to convince you. What, do I look like I'm lying?"

"I can't think of the reason. Why did you suddenly decide to treat me well?"

"Because I realized that it's not fun to bully you. It's so laborious,"

Sebastian answered naturally. Yasmine could not help but laugh. "It's laborious indeed. In order to protect the right of a husband and the great masculinity, your face was even injured. By the way, do your parents and Tiffany know why your face was bruised?"

"If you dare tell them a word, I'll take back what I just said."

Sure enough, to Sebastian, the importance of his self- esteem was greater than heaven. He would never say that the bruises on his face were from a fight for a woman.

After bandaging her hands, he straightened up, took out something from his pocket, and handed it to her. "For you."

Yasmine suddenly opened her eyes wide. Wasn't this the emerald bracelet that Madam Simons had given her back then? What kind of tricks did this guy want to play again?

"What's the matter?"

"There's a deep wound on your wrist. If it leaves a scar, wear this to cover it."

She pursed her lip and said, "Are you giving me a piece of candy after slapping me?"

Sebastian grumpily put the bracelet into her hand and said, "It's much more valuable than candy."

Yasmine stared blankly at the bracelet in her hand, and a smile of gratification appeared at the corners of her lips.

Sebastian seemed to have really performed a profound self- reflection. In the next few days, his attitude towards her was much more friendly than before, and her mood became better gradually.

In the blink of an eye, it was the summer vacation, and the busy life began to become idle. At noon this day, Yasmine was about to take a nap when she suddenly received a phone call from her uncle who asked her out.

At this moment, she had a bad hunch. Perhaps it was because there was never a good thing every time her uncle looked for her.

She changed her clothes and went to the place they agreed upon, which was Topnotch Teahouse located in the city center.

As soon as she entered through the door, she saw her uncle sitting in the first row. Her eyes swept across the seat opposite her uncle and suddenly, she froze and her face turned pale.

"Yasmine, here, here."

Chuck Lorris waved his arms and greeted his niece. She took a deep breath, dragged her legs unwillingly, and walked over.

She tried hard to squeeze out a smile and greeted the person opposite his uncle, "Uncle Richie, long time no see."

The middle-aged man, who was called Uncle Richie, raised his head slowly, and his sharp eyes exuded the shrewdness of a businessman. " Yasmine, we really haven't seen each other for a long time. I was worried that you wouldn't recognize me."

Yasmine put down the bag in her hand and slowly sat down. "How could I? Uncle Richie is my benefactor. You're the last person I'll ever forget."

"I'm very grateful that you still remember."

Richie Lind nodded meaningfully, picked up the porcelain cup in front of him, and took a sip.

He was a nouveau riche who started his business from scratch. When he was a child, his family was very poor. At that time, his name was not Richie Lind. But later, after years of hard work, he became wealthy, so he changed his original name, Eggert Lind, to his current name, which showed his determination to be the richest in the world.

"Why did you come to City B this time, Uncle Richie?"

Yasmine asked nervously. Her uncle stared at her unhappily, "You know the purpose of him coming, but you still ask the reason."

Richie smiled disapprovingly and said, "She might have forgotten. If she remembers it, she won't let me come to her myself."

To be honest, if he had not appeared today, Yasmine would have forgotten that her fate was in this man's hands.

"I was a little busy recently, so I didn't go back to see Leighton."

"You're busy marrying someone else, aren't you?"

Her heart thumped and she glared at her uncle. Chuck saw condemn in her eyes but she showed an innocent look.

"You already know it. I was finding time to explain it to you."

"You don't have to explain. Your uncle has explained it to me. I only want to ask you a question. When are you going to end this marriage and fulfill your promise?"

No matter what, she had to face what she had to face. Although it was unrighteous, Yasmine still forced herself to say, "I'm sorry, Uncle Richie. Let's cancel our original agreement."

"Cancel?"

Richie sneered and said, "As I expected, now that you're married into a rich family, you think that our agreement back then can be void?"

"I'm sorry to breach the agreement like this, but I really can't fulfill my promise now. I'll pay you back the ten thousand dollars in double. Please let me go," she pleaded.