The Seventh Miserable Bride

Yasmine Taylor's eyelashes quivered slightly. "What about you? Do you feel sad that I'm leaving?"

"Would you stay if I said yes?"

"No, I won't."

Yasmine answered him firmly and said disappointedly, "Every time I wanted you to persuade me to stay, you didn't, so I gave up. You were right when you said, 'You don't have much selfesteem, so save it.' From now on, I have to retain my self-esteem and no longer expect something that doesn't belong to me."

Sebastian watched Yasmine walk out of his sight. He wanted to say something, but he swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth.

Yasmine did not return to the Taylor family. How could she go back? Now that they knew why she did not hesitate to get married on behalf of her sister. They did not like her before, but now they did not even want to see her.

She walked on the street in a daze. The city was very big, but there was no one place where she could rest comfortably. Scott Jules called her twice, but she hung up. She did not want to see anyone now, and also did not want to say anything. She just wanted to be alone to clear up her mind.

The sky was getting darker, and there were fewer pedestrians on the road. It's very rare to see women who were homeless like her on the road. Occasionally, a few people passed by her and looked at her with extremely surprised eyes, as if they were looking at an animal that escaped from the zoo. In their eyes, there was always shelter provided for beautiful women. It would be hard to find even one beautiful woman among ten thousand homeless people. However, it was a tragedy that Yasmine became the one among the ten thousand.

In the end, she could not stand being stared at as if she was a national treasure. She went to Lily Adams's house. When Lily opened the door, she asked grumpily, "Do you take my place as an asylum?" "What should I do? If you don't take me in, I have nowhere to go."

She snatched Yasmine's luggage and muttered as she walked inside, "I've never seen someone like you. You have your family and also your husband's family but you still want to squeeze into my place? You're provoking me, aren't you?"

"No matter how good the Simons family is, they're not as good as you. I can only breathe freely when I come to you."

"What's wrong again tonight? Let me guess."

Lily sat next to her, holding her chin with both hands, and let her imagination run wild. "Sebastian must be furious after hearing that you're going to study in Paris. He didn't let you go, but you insisted on going. Then an argument broke out. In the end, he pointed to the door and said, 'Okay, if you want to go, go now. Right away, I don't want to see you again!' Then your stubborn temper came up and you really left with your luggage..."

"Don't you think you're full of wild imagination?"

"I don't think so, but I think my imagination has always been quite close to the truth."

"Then I'm sorry to tell you that your guess is not correct at all."

Lily's interest was piqued. "What's the truth then? Tell me quickly."

"The truth is the opposite. Sebastian knows that I am going to further my studies, he is not unhappy, instead, he expressed his great support to me and hoped that I'll never come back." "No way..."

Lily could not accept it. "Is this guy so coldblooded? You must be heartbroken."

"It doesn't matter. My heart is not complete from the start. It doesn't matter if it's broken or not."

Scott called again. She hung up resolutely, but was discovered by the attentive Lily. She curled her lips and said, "Why don't you answer? Just pretend that I'm not here."

"I didn't hang up because of you, but because of myself. I know very well that I don't have any feelings for him."

Lily laughed in a self-deprecating way. "It's really a drama. You're chasing after Sebastian, while Scott is chasing after you. But Sebastian is chasing after another woman. Love is really a joke. It's always hurting the people who yearn for it."

"Why didn't you say that you're chasing after Scott?" Yasmine retorted.

"Why drag me into this? My existence has never mattered to him." Lily replied simply.

"That's because you've never let him know that you're always behind him."

"So what if he knew? Would he turn back to look at me?"

"Whether he turns back or not is his business, but whether you say it or not is your business. If you don't want to leave regrets in your life, then tell him bravely. It doesn't matter even if you are rejected, at least there's no regret."

"So, that's why you confessed to Sebastian?"

"Yes." Yasmin said.

Lily sighed and said, "It's a pity that I'm not as brave as you. In the past few years, I clearly saw how Scott cares about you. His deep affection for you has already erased all the courage in my bones." Yasmine was sad. She knew very well how Lily loved Scott, and how Scott loved her. Similarly, she knew very well how she loved Sebastian.

Sebastian did not close his eyes for the whole night because of her departure. As soon as he closed his eyes, he seemed to see Yasmine's angry eyes, accusing him of his ruthlessness and his cold blooded behavior.

Days passed, and in the blink of an eye, it was time for her to leave.

During this period, Sebastian did not call her, nor did she call him. Her uncle had already gone to City W with her auntie. Richie Lind still called her occasionally to urge her. Her sister-in-law and mother-in-law had also asked her out several times, but she refused them all.

You would have an affection to a city because there were people in this city that you could not forget. Just like a famous writer once said, you fell in love with a city because the people you liked lived in it.

On the night before her departure, Yasmine walked around almost half of City B by herself. When she was exhausted, she sat in a small bubble tea shop. Unexpectedly, she received a call from Sebastian. "Do you have time? Let's meet."

Sebastian's first sentence was to ask her this question.

She hesitated for a long time. She wanted to reject, but agreed instead. "Okay, where should we meet?"

It turned out that in the deepest part of her heart, she still wanted to see the cold-blooded man one last time before she left.

"Let's meet at Skymont Park, I'm nearby."

Yasmine was very surprised, because she was near Skymont Park as well. How could it be so coincidental that Sebastian had chosen this place?

She hung up the phone, walked out of the bubble tea shop and walked straight for about 200 meters, then she arrived at the Skymont Park.

She looked around, but did not see Sebastian. When she was about to call him, someone patted her on the shoulder.

Yasmine did not even need to turn around to know who was behind her. She could feel her heart throbbing and suddenly had an urge to cry. "Why are you here?"

She sniffed and asked flatly.

"I accidentally passed by and saw someone I know, so I stopped."

"Where's the person?"

At this time, Yasmine did not realize that the person Sebastian was referring to was actually her.

"She's right in front of me."

She was stunned and lowered her head. "I haven't seen you for a few days and you've become much more humorous."

"It's not because I'm more humorous. It's just that you've become a lot more stupid after not meeting for a few days."

The two walked side by side in the park. Stepping on the fist-sized pebbles, Yasmine broke the silence first. "Just say what you want to say." She sat on the bench by the road. Sebastian sat down and asked her leisurely, "How have you been these two days?"

"Good."

"You're leaving tomorrow, aren't you? Do you want me to send you off?"

"There's no need."

"Have you finished packing?"

"Yes."

"Take good care of yourself when you're abroad. Call me if you have any problems." "Okay."

"We'll always welcome you if you want to come back."

"Thank you."

Yasmine lowered her eyes and tried her best to suppress the bitterness in her heart.

Sebastian seemed to have finished what he wanted to say, and was silent for a moment. After a while, when Yasmine was about to stand up, he said, "Everyone will miss you. My father, my mother, my sister... and me."

Yasmine turned her head slightly. She quickly wiped away the tears that fell without control.

"I'll miss all the people who miss me."

Sebastian took out his wallet from his suit and took out a golden card. "Take this. There's no limit to the amount. Don't treat yourself badly when you're abroad. You can buy whatever you like."

"It's okay, I'm not short of money."

"Take it."

He stuffed it into her hand and said purposefully, "I'm sorry." Then he could not speak any more.

"Okay, I'll take it. You can go back."

Yasmine could not hold on any longer. She really wanted to cry, but she did not want to cry in front of Sebastian. She did not want him to see her useless self again.

"I'll send you back."

"There's no need for that. I'll go back myself." Sebastian knew that she wanted to calm down by herself, so he did not force her. He squatted down and patted her head. "You're a kind girl, take care." Suddenly, he hugged her in his arms and gave her an unforgettable farewell hug.

"Take care."

Yasmine bit her lower lip tightly, tears were rolling in her eyes and Sebastian left after that. Looking at his back, the tears in her eyes finally gushed out.

As expected, love could not be forced. Even if it was a stone on the side of the road, it could only be kicked by a fated person.

When Sebastian returned home, he felt empty. It was as if he had lost something important, leaving him bewildered.

He could not fall asleep at night. He came to Yasmine's room and switched on her bedside lamp. He looked at the bed she had slept in, the quilt she had used, the book she had read, and the half-eaten bread she had not finished. All these made him sad. For the first time, he began to think seriously: Whether a man truly loved was the woman he first met or the woman who had never left him?