The Seventh Miserable Bride

Chapter 33

One day passed in the blink of an eye. The sky was red at sunset. Scott Jules leaned against the car, waiting for Yasmine Taylor to come out of the office.

It had been half an hour since school was over, but Yasmine still had not left as she wanted to go out only after all the students left. Things are no longer the same now. She was already a married woman, and her every move could ruin her reputation.

Scott was an extremely patient man. He understood her concerns, so he did not go in to rush her. When she finally came out, he immediately teased, "I guess you dare not stand me up because I'm willing to wait for you forever."

Yasmine smiled euphemistically and got into his car.

Scott then got in the car after her. Seeing that she was absent- minded, he reached out his hand, wanting to help her fasten her seat belt, but she stopped him and said, "Thank you, but, I can do it by myself."

He was disappointed for a moment, but soon composed himself and asked, "Where are we going to eat?"

"It's up to you. Today, I'm the host and you're the guest," she replied.

"What a rare opportunity. I must consider properly," he said. Scott frowned, looking very serious.

"Let's go to Radley Restaurant," he suggested.

Yasmine looked at him in surprise and said softly, "That's the place that I like..."

"It doesn't matter. I like it, too," he confirmed.

She didn't say anything after that, but she knew in her heart that he liked it only because it was what she liked.

Radley Restaurant was located on the quiet West Road. The lights, tableware, tables and chairs in the restaurant were all blue, making people feel as though they were at the beach of the Aegean Sea. With the romantic and beautiful interior design, and the plethora of Western food, the restaurant gave out a Mediterranean vibe.

When the two of them found a table near the window and sat down, a waiter brought them the menu. Yasmine handed it to Scott and ordered, "Take a look."

Scott did not refuse. He took it and looked through it carefully. Yasmine thought in her heart, "He'd better not order anything that I like to eat this time."

Eventually, he ordered what she liked. She could not help but asked quizzically, "How did you know?"

"Know what?" Scott looked up.

"Things that I like," she explained.

"What do you think?" he asked, smiling.

"Did Lily tell you?" she questioned.

"Yes," he admitted. Yasmine touched her forehead and sighed. She should have known. No one dared to betray her except Lily Adams, although Lily did not do it willingly.

She shifted her gaze to look outside the window. Inadvertently, she saw a familiar- looking car. Her heart thumped and she asked the man in front of her uncertainly, "Is that a Rolls-Royce?"

Scott followed her line of sight and answered with certainty, "Yes."

Her heart trembled again. "It can't be such a coincidence that Sebastian is nearby...

No, no, absolutely not. He's not the only one in the world who drives a Rolls- Royce," she thought to herself.

Yasmine denied it again and again in her mind but to no avail. First, she saw the familiar-looking car, then a familiar figure. Sebastian was walking toward the restaurant with a man. What's more, they were walking in her direction.

There was no time to hide, so she lowered her head in panic and prayed that he would not see her. But it was too late, Sebastian had already seen her from the moment he entered the door.

Even with her head lowered, she could feel him approaching. Yasmine felt like dying on the spot as she knew better than anyone how angry Sebastian would be when he saw her with Scott.

She was lucky that when she was caught sleeping in his room last night, he did not pursue the matter further. However, it would not be the case every single time. Yasmine never regarded herself as a lucky person.

Most of the time, she was unlucky. Just like today, this very moment.

A pair of shiny leather shoes stopped beside her and Scott. Yasmine knew that she could not avoid what was coming. She slowly raised her head and looked into Sebastian's cold eyes. She wanted to say something, but her throat was so dry that she could not speak. Moreover, at this time, any words were a kind of sophistry.

She was mentally prepared for whatever was to come. Time went by so slowly, one minute felt like a year. Sebastian paused for a few seconds. Just as she thought he would be furious, he walked away silently without saying a word.

His unusual behavior made Yasmine extremely uneasy. Although she had just married this man, she had a good understanding of his temperament. He was not the kind of person who could accept people lying to him.

Sebastian sat in the row behind her and turned around stiffly. As they exchanged glances, Yasmine felt indescribably uncomfortable. She was experiencing mixed emotions.

Although he did not say anything, the look in his eyes was more intimidating than anger. Yasmine had no mood to stay there for dinner. She apologized and said to Scott, "Shall we go somewhere else?"

Scott nodded thoughtfully. "Okay."

Of course, he also saw Sebastian. Even if she had not requested to leave, he would still make the same proposal, considering her situation.

After leaving Radley Restaurant, she had a headache while standing on the foggy street. Scott drove the car over, and once she got into the car, he asked, "Do you want to go home? I'll send you home."

"But we haven't eaten," she reminded.

"It doesn't matter. I reckon you're not in the mood to eat with me now. Maybe next time."

Yasmine felt bad but grateful at the same time. She nodded blankly and said, "Thank you."

Scott drove up to the gate of the Mansion House. After she got out of the car, she said guiltily, "I'm really sorry. When there's a chance, I'll treat you again."

"Okay," he agreed.

"Goodbye then," she said.

She waved her hand, turned around, and began to walk forward. The street lamp above her cast a long and lonely shadow before her.

"Yasmine Taylor."

Scott suddenly called out to her. She looked back in confusion and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Don't be too harsh on yourself. You only need to know that there is one person who will always be here waiting for you, forever."

Yasmine sighed and mumbled to herself, "Although I can't love you, I still want to thank you..."

The living room was bustling with noise when she returned home. She went upstairs directly with the excuse that she was not feeling well. She waited in agony for Sebastian to come back and make a punitive expedition against her.

Although he did not lose his temper at the restaurant, she doubted that he would pretend that nothing happened at all. Perhaps it was only because of his identity that he chose not to lose his temper at that time.

She was absentmindedly marking a pile of test papers. She had always been scrupulous in dealing with public and private matters separately, but it was the first time that she could not calm down and work. Her brain could not register a single word. It was not because she was afraid of being sent away by him and hence causing a disruption in her plan; it was an inexplicable feeling that was haunting her.

On a regular day, she would usually rest on time at 10 o'clock. But tonight, in order to wait for him to come back, she was still sitting at the desk at 11 o'clock.

By the time Sebastian came back, it was already 11:45 pm. Hearing noises outside the door, Yasmine's heart skipped a beat. She closed her eyes, waiting silently for the storm that was to come.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, nothing happened. Puzzled, she got up, opened the door slightly, and peeked through the gap.

Sebastian was lying on the sofa with his eyes closed, showing no intention of settling their affair. Yasmine struggled for a moment, then decided to confront him. The fact that he did nothing bothered her more than her lying to him. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to lie to you. Principal Jules helped me with something two days ago, so I wanted to treat him to dinner to express my gratitude. I only lied to you because I was afraid that you would misunderstand."

Yasmine stood in front of Sebastian and confessed the reason that she lied to him.

Sebastian opened his eyes indifferently and looked her up and down. Suddenly, he stretched out his hand, pulled her down on the sofa, turned to face her, and pressed her down. He said, "You could have told me the truth when you had the chance. It's too late to say anything now."

"Are you going to drive me away again?" she questioned.

"I won't drive you away. I will only hate you more than before," he hissed.

He let go of her with a sneer. Yasmine stood up straight and said calmly, "If hating me makes you feel better, be my guest."

Sebastian would never know that Yasmine was the least afraid of being hated because she was used to it. She had been used to it ever since she stepped into the Taylor family's house as a little girl at the age of eight.

The next day, she got up a little late. The Simons family usually had breakfast on time at 7:30 a.m. Since it was already past their usual breakfast time, she did not rush. It was a weekend and she did not have to go to school. She dressed unhurriedly and went next door to wash up. When she passed by Sebastian's room, she saw a delicately- wrapped purple gift box in the trash can. Curious, she picked it up and opened it. Inside the box was an expensive and intricate necklace.

Such a nice necklace could not have been thrown away. Even if it was accidentally dropped, it was not likely that it would fall into the trash can. She stood by the door, thought about it for a long time, then decided to do him a favor and placed it on the table.

As she was about to go out, she glanced at the square box again and an idea flashed through her mind. Could it be that the necklace was originally intended to be given to her by Sebastian?

It seemed impossible, but there was still a slight possibility. If it was not for her, why did he throw it away while it was still such good condition? Even though he was rich, he would not be so wasteful.

Thinking of this, she subconsciously walked over, opened the box, took out the necklace and wore it around her neck.

"Knock knock!" Someone knocked on the door. When she opened the door, the housekeeper, Eve, said respectfully, "Young Madam, please go downstairs and have breakfast. Everyone is waiting for you."

She was flattered and asked, "Isn't it past time for breakfast?"

"Madam saw that you didn't go downstairs, so she delayed the breakfast," Eve explained.

"Okay, I'll go right away."

Yasmine was deeply moved. Regardless of the man who hated her, she really had nothing to complain about how this family treated her.

She hurried downstairs, went straight to the dining table, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I woke up late."

"It's okay. Young people like you need more sleep." Her mother-in-law patted her hand kindly.

"Wow, sister-in-law, your necklace is so beautiful."

Her sister- in- law came up to her excitedly, bent down, and looked at it carefully. She exclaimed, "Wow, this is the limited edition, Flowing Light Shadows. There are only ten of these in the entire world and I could only dream to buy one. Where did you buy it, sister-in-law?" Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

Yasmine glanced embarrassedly at Sebastian who was staring at the necklace on her neck in surprise. Noticing that she was looking at him, he turned his head away coldly and began eating his breakfast.

"That's enough. Don't you already have enough jewelry? Let's eat."

Yasmine's mother-in-law glared at her daughter and happened to take the heat off Yasmine just when she was thinking about how to explain the origin of the necklace.

It was more difficult to finish her breakfast than to eat a stone that day. When breakfast was finally over, before she could say anything, the man sitting next to her ordered, "Come up with me."