The Seventh Miserable Bride

In the middle of the night, Sebastian Simons tossed and turned and could not fall asleep. As soon as he closed his eyes, Yasmine Taylor's sly smile appeared in his mind. He sat up in annoyance, turned on the bedside lamp, and inadvertently saw the woman's photo on his bedside table. He was infuriated instantly and reached out his hand to face the photo down.

He had seen pestering ones, but not haunting ones.

Early the next morning, while Linda Taylor was still asleep, she was awakened by the heavy knocking on the door. She rubbed her head and went to open the door, grumbling. Outside the door, Yasmine pointed to the watch on her wrist and said, "Didn't I remind you last night that you have to be downstairs for breakfast at 7:30 o'clock sharp? Did you forget?"

Upon seeing her, Linda was more irritated. She said coldly, "I don't want to eat." As soon as she said that, she wanted to close the door.

"It's only the first day since you're here. Do you want the whole family to know that you have the habit of sleeping in?" Yasmine asked.

This move was effective as expected. Linda frowned and said, "I got it. Stop nagging."

She slammed the door shut. Yasmine did not mind her bad attitude and went straight downstairs. From a distance, she saw Tiffany talking to Madam Simons excitedly, but she immediately fell silent when she saw Yasmine approaching.

"Yasmine, you're so diligent. Why is your sister so lazy? She's so thick-faced, making all of us wait for her," Tiffany complained.

"Tiffany, don't be rude."

Titus Simons glared at his daughter and turned to ask his daughter-in-law, "Where is that man? Why hasn't he come down yet?"

The man Titus Simons mentioned certainly referred to his son, Sebastian. Yasmine answered respectfully, "Dad, Sebastian said that he has an early meeting, so he left earlier."

Actually, she made up the excuse for Sebastian. When she got up early in the morning, she found that he was no longer in the room, and the car outside was gone. She was sure that he had left, but she did not know the reason.

Yasmine figured that it was most probably because what she did last night disgusted him, and he left early to avoid seeing her.

On Wednesdays, Yasmine had four classes. This Wednesday was definitely the most difficult day in her teaching career. Her arms were sore and painful from Sebastian's torture, and she had to try her best no to scream whenever she raised them slightly. Fortunately, she had her back to her students, so they could not see her clenching her teeth. However, the words on the blackboard did not look like her usual handwriting.

The more she felt pain in her arms, the more she hated Sebastian. She had scolded him countless times in her heart throughout the day.

When she got off work and got home in the afternoon, just as she was going into the house, she bumped into him coming out. "Where are you two going?"

Yasmine asked the two people in front of her in surprise. She did not expect that Sebastian would walk side by side with Linda. "I'm going to see a friend and he's giving me a ride," Linda explained.

"Oh, be careful then," Yasmine said.

Linda nodded blankly and was wondering why Yasmine was so kind all of a sudden.

"We'll make a move, then. Bye,"

Linda said, her face filled with pride. When she turned back, she deliberately winked at Yasmine, provoking her.

"Wait."

Yasmine suddenly stopped them and walked over with a smile. She tiptoed, kissed Sebastian on his cheek, and said to him, "Dear, come back early. I have a surprise for you..."

A black line crossed over Linda's head and dyed her whole face black. This was exactly the effect Yasmine wanted.

Trying to show off in front of her? She's not up to par.

It was dinner time, and the two of them had not come back yet. Yasmine's sister-in-law could not help but complain, "Sister-in-law, why is my brother so biased? He treats your sister better than he treats me. There was once when I asked him to drive me somewhere but he didn't agree even after I begged him all day."

"He was going out to do something and it was on the way, so he gave her a ride."

Yasmine helped Sebastian out of the predicament calmly. She seemed indifferent, but actually, she was not. She definitely felt a little uncomfortable.

Halfway through dinner, Sebastian came back, alone. When Madam Simons saw her son, she asked faintly, "Have you eaten yet?"

"Yes,"

He also responded lightly. After glancing at the dining table, he turned around and went upstairs.

After a while, Yasmine's cell phone rang in her pocket. It was a text message notification. She fished it out and looked at it. "Have you finished eating? Come here if you have finished."

The sender was Sebastian. It was the first time Yasmine received a text message from him. She did not expect that such a fastidious person would also have a patient side. It was really eye-popping. "Mom and dad, I've finished eating. Please enjoy your meal. I'm going upstairs."

Yasmine was always polite. In this family, she was the only one who paid attention to etiquette. That was why her parents-in-law were so fond of her.

When she got upstairs, the door was ajar. She walked in and asked the man standing in front of the window, "What's the matter?" Sebastian turned around and reached out his hand in banter. "Where's the surprise?"

Yasmine was stunned at first, then she sneered and said, "I said I have a surprise you if you come back early, but it's not early now, isn't it?"

"Is it very late now?"

He asked in reply and deliberately lifted his watch to face her. "Look carefully. You have one yourself." Then, he also raised her hand.

"Ouch..." Yasmine cried out in pain. It was a pity that her originally agile arms were now apparently disabled.

"Stop pretending."

Sebastian flung her arm to the side roughly. Yasmine screamed again and was completely irritated. "You're schizophrenic, aren't you? You treated me so well two days ago but tortured me to death these two days? I'm telling you, I can't stand it anymore. I want to..."

Actually, she was going to say that she wanted a divorce, but rationally, she forced herself to swallow the rest of her sentence.

"What do you want to do?" he prompted.

"Go to bed,"

Yasmine answered unnaturally and then went into her secret room. After taking out her pajamas, she did not dare enjoy his jacuzzi, so she went straight to her sister-in-law's room, holding her clothes in her

arms.

"Yasmine, what are you doing?" Tiffany asked. "Can I use your bathroom for a while?" Yasmine queried.

"Isn't there one in my brother's room?"

"He's using it," Yasmine lied.

"Why don't you wait for him to finish?"

"He takes too long in the bath. I can't wait," Yasmine said.

Tiffany nodded stiffly and pointed her finger to the right, saying, "Oh, okay, go in then."

Yasmine did not use the bathtub but directly stood under the shower. Standing under the shower, she was a little upset. She should have asked Sebastian why he suddenly got so close to Linda.

After taking a shower, she went back to Sebastian's room without any hesitation. She wanted to find out the answer to her doubt but there was no one in the room. She muttered under her breath, "Where did he go?"

She thought that he might be downstairs, so she turned and went downstairs. However, he was nowhere to be found. His car was still parked in the yard, so Yasmine figured he would not be too far away, and decided to go upstairs and wait for him.

At the foot of the stairs, she noticed that the light in the room next door was switched on. Was Linda back?

In fact, Linda had come back shortly after she entered her sister-in-law's room.

Who did Linda think she was? She was not the daughter of a stripper, but she was more than a stripper. As soon as she had set her eyes on a man, she would do whatever it took to keep him for herself. Of course, a beauty without a brain was expected to have more failures than successes.

Take now for an example, the first thing she did when she returned to the Simons home was to look for her brother-in-law, Sebastian. When she found out that her sister was not around, she felt that this was her opportunity, so she immediately ran back to her own room and changed into her sexy pajamas. She deliberately jumped off the bed, then dialed Sebastian's number and pitifully said, "Brother- inlaw, please come quickly. I accidentally fell down and I think I might have sprained my ankle. Come quickly, I can't walk..."

Sebastian hung up the phone and went to the next room, only to find Linda sitting on the ground, hugging her knees in pain. He asked calmly, "Are you okay?"

"Sebastian, what are you talking about? Do I look like I'm okay? Hurry up and carry me. The floor is so cold..."

Sebastian stretched out a hand, but she shook her head and said, "No, I can't stand up on my own. I wouldn't have asked you to come if I could stand on my own."

She covered her ankle tightly and pretended to be in excruciating pain.

"Did you really fall down?"

Sensing Sebastian's doubts, Linda tried hard to force tears out of eyes and said, "Don't you believe me? If you don't believe me, you can come to feel it. I suspect that I've broken a bone."

Sebastian did not want to waste his time on her. As much as he hated women, he could not be apathetic in this situation, so he squatted down impatiently, and carried her to the bed. Linda snuggled up in front of his chest like a little bird. For a moment, she felt that she was going to die from happiness.

When Yasmine came to the guest room, she happened to see this flirtatious scene. Her eyes widened in disbelief, but she said nothing, turned around, and left.

Sebastian was quite embarrassed. He laid Linda on the bed and strode out immediately. Linda did not expect him to leave her like that. In a moment of desperation, she stood up and held him back. "Sebastian, you haven't helped me apply for medicine yet."

His eyes moved to her feet and his face suddenly turned cold. Linda instantly came to realization and moved her ankle awkwardly. "Well, it seems that I'm all right now. You're a healer. I'm fine just after you looked at it..."

Sebastian was speechless. He snorted angrily and turned around to leave.

In the room, Yasmine was sitting on the sofa, waiting for him with a sulky face.

"Hey, when will you send your sister back? Do you know that she's giving everyone a hard time here?" he asked.

"How dare he complain?" Yasmine thought. She then said, "Who's having a hard time? You? I think you two get along well with each other. You seem very happy with her, uh?"

"Is that jealousy I sense?" Sebastian walked up to her, stooped down, and asked her, "Are you jealous?"