The Seventh Miserable Bride

Yasmine Taylor finally came to her senses, but Sebastian Simons's hand had already reached into her pajamas without her permission.

Instinctively, she groaned in resistance, but the man was resting on top of her, restricting her movements. Gradually, she stopped rejecting him and thought, "What else can I do? Just let it be. Intimacy is naturally the highlight of marriage. We didn't have a distinct contract before this, so before we end this marriage, we should do what every husband and wife would normally do. Besides, I am a normal person. The same way men have physiological needs, women do, too; to maintain physical and mental health. Anyway, although this man's body is not impressive, he's still decent-looking."

When she was mentally-prepared, she summoned up the courage to follow his lead. She shifted her hands, originally on two sides of the pillow, slowly to rest on Sebastian's back. However, he was unaccustomed to the sudden change in her attitude. He stopped kissing her lips, moved to bury his head in the sexy curve of her neck, and continued to kiss her aggressively.

Yasmin's heart turned cold. She knew very well that if a man kissed a woman's lips, it didn't mean that he loved this woman. But if he chose to be intimate with this woman but didn't kiss her lips, then he certainly didn't love this woman. All the courage that she had gathered earlier disappeared instantly. With her previous cold demeanor, she questioned loudly, "Sebastian, don't you hate women anymore?" Sure enough, when the man who was buried in her neck heard her words, he pushed her away mercilessly and jumped out of bed.

His eyes glinted with awkwardness. He turned around and headed to the bathroom. He took two steps, then turned back and warned, "Stay here and don't move. Don't you dare to move an inch before I come out."

Yasmin was confused and torn. She did not know what Sebastian would do to her, but she knew how much he hated women. At this moment, she was as though she was a fish on a cutting board, which fate was only to be slaughtered by him.

After waiting anxiously for half an hour, Sebastian finally walked out of the bathroom. He was wearing a white bathrobe, with tiny water droplets visible on his hair.

"I didn't mean to cross the line. It's just that the weather is getting warmer these days, and my room is too stuffy, so..." she attempted to explain.

"Did I ask you to explain?" he interrupted.

Sebastian raised his eyebrows, displeased.

Yasmine was terrified. He did not even want to listen to her explanation. It seemed like the consequences were going to be more serious than she had imagined. "Come back earlier tomorrow night and go out for dinner with me," he commanded. "Huh?" she uttered.

"What? Are you deaf?" he asked sarcastically.

"No, must it be tomorrow night?" she queried.

Sebastian nodded indifferently and asked, "Yes, what's wrong? Is it inconvenient?"

He expected that she would not dare to reject him. She should be grateful that he was willing to talk to her in such a calm manner. How could she refuse... Sebastian was quite confident.

Yasmine was in a dilemma. She had already made an appointment with Scott tomorrow night. How could she break her promise? But if she refused Sebastian, this man would not let her go tonight, would he? "Why don't you say something? Is it really inconvenient?" he questioned further.

Seeing that she did not say anything for a long time, Sebastian's face darkened.

"This man is out of his mind, isn't he? Why did he ask me to go out to have dinner with him for no reason? Why did it have to be tomorrow night, the very time I'm not available," Yasmine thought helplessly. If she didn't want to owe Scott a favor, she couldn't stand him up, so she could only refuse Sebastian. However, she definitely couldn't tell him a real reason to avoid misunderstanding.

"It's indeed a little inconvenient. I have an appointment with my friend tomorrow night," she explained. "Which friend?" he interrogated.

"Lily Adams, you've seen her before," she lied.

"Cancel it," he said coldly.

"No, it's her birthday party. I've known her since college and I've been celebrating her birthday with her every year," she said.

"Really?" he asked accusingly.

Sebastian frowned. Obviously, he didn't quite believe her.

"If you don't believe me, I can give her a call, and you can ask her yourself," she offered.

Yasmine pretended to call Lily. "There's no need for that." Sebastian waved his hand impatiently and glared at her. "You're really busy, aren't you?" he said scornfully.

"So I won't have to go with you tomorrow night, right?" she asked, seeking confirmation.

"I'll give you three seconds to disappear from my sight," he said blankly.

As soon as he finished speaking, Yasmine quickly jumped out of bed and went straight into her room.

After closing the door, she gasped softly until the surroundings were quiet and she couldn't hear any sound. However, she still hadn't come back to her senses at that moment. It was really unbelievable that the bad-tempered man didn't do anything to her. He even seemed to understand when she refused him.

As she checked the time, she realized that it was already early in the morning. In the next few hours, she tossed and turned and could not sleep. As soon as she closed her eyes, the scene of Sebastian kissing her would replay in her head.

After some time, she finally found answers to the doubts in her heart. He kissed her not out of love, but only because he wanted to make fun of her and punish her. However, his physical reaction could not be concealed. As long as he was a normal man, he must have emotions and desires, whether or not there was love. It was merely an instinct reaction. Sebastian might have felt embarrassed because of this reaction, so he forgave her behaviors indirectly.

In fact, Yasmine guessed right. Early in the morning, the whole family sat in the living room, and Sebastian came downstairs with a gift bag.

"Brother, did you bring us gifts again?"

Tiffany Simons ran into his arms in excitement.

"Yes," he confirmed.

Sebastian glanced at her affectionately and fished out a delicate hairpin from the gift bag. "The Star of Eternity, limited edition. It's yours." "Thank you!" Tiffany said happily.

After he gave it to his sister, it was his mother's turn, and subsequently, his father's. Everyone thought that the final gift was for Yasmine. But, everyone thought wrong. He gave the last gift to the housekeeper, Eve.

Suddenly, there was a heavy silence. Sister-in-law couldn't help but ask, "Brother, how about my sister-in-law?"

Sebastian simply glanced at the woman beside him and said faintly, "None for her."

"Why? She's your wife. Brother, you've gone too far, haven't you?"

Tiffany immediately returned the hairpin. "Since Yasmine doesn't have any, I don't want it, too."

"What about the rest of you? Are you going to return your gifts as well?"

Sebastian calmly asked his father and mother. He was used to the fact that his whole family was on that woman's side.

Madam rolled her eyes at him and then shifted her gaze to her daughter-in-law. "Yasmine, take my gift. I'm not interested in these fashionable things, anyway, being my age."

Yasmine quickly waved her hands, declining. "There's no need, Mother. I'm not interested in it either..."

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She forced herself to smile. Only God knew how embarrassed she was because of Sebastian, but in order to maintain her usual elegance, she could only pretend not to care about it. Did she really not care? Of course not, no one liked being neglected.

Fortunately, she didn't think highly of him last night, or else she would be disappointed to death at this moment.

After breakfast, Sebastian went straight upstairs. As it was almost time for work, Yasmine also went upstairs after chatting with her family.

She ascended the stairs feebly. If it was not to get her backpack, she would not want to see the person who made her lose face. She pushed open the door of the room and walked forward as if there was no one around. A displeased voice came from behind. "Didn't you see me? Are you walking past me just like that?"

Of course, she saw him, but she just wanted him to have a taste of being ignored.

"What's the matter?" she asked.

"What can it be? I just don't like your attitude," he replied.

"Even if you don't like it, you still have to accept it. I'm only giving you a taste of your own medicine. Why should I respect a person who doesn't respect me?" she blurted.

Sebastian sneered and said, "Yasmine, you're angry with me because you didn't get a gift?"

"Who cares," she murmured.

She snorted angrily, turned her back, and went into her bedroom.

After waiting in the room for a few minutes, she heard the door close. Knowing that Sebastian had left, she stepped out and went downstairs. Again, she waited for a few minutes until she heard the sound of the car engine roaring to life. She breathed a sigh of relief. Just when she was about to depart for school, she suddenly thought of something. She feigned nonchalance and asked the butler, who was ordering servants around, "Uncle Quarles, has Young Master asked you to change the bed?"

"Change the bed? No." he replied.

The old butler shook his head with a blank look and asked curiously, "Did the young master ask you to tell me to change his bed?"

"Oh, no."

Yasmine quickly denied and said with a stiff smile, "I'm just asking. It's all right. I'm going to work."

"Okay, Young Madam. Stay safe."

As Sebastian was on his way to the company, he glanced at the front passenger seat. There sat a light purple gift box. No one knew and no one dared to believe that it was actually a gift for Yasmine. He had initially planned to give it to her during their dinner together tonight. But, since she already had an appointment, he could not bring himself to give her a gift in front of his family. In actual fact, except for his mother and sister, he had not given gifts to any woman in a long time, so long that he had forgotten how long it had been.

However, giving gifts did not mean that he had special feelings for Yasmine. It was just that subconsciously, he felt that she was not so annoying. Rather than divorcing and then marrying another annoying woman, it was better to live with a woman who was not annoying.

Since she had given up the opportunity to receive the gift, was there still any need to give it to her? After Sebastian pondered for a few seconds, he wound down the window and wanted to throw the gift out. However, hand in mid- air, he decided against it and slowly lowered his hand. Maybe he should give her another chance. After all, she did not know that he was going to give her the gift during dinner tonight.