The Seventh Miserable Bride

Seeing the scrumptious breakfast laid neatly on the table, Yasmine Taylor felt a little sour in her heart.

She was never qualified to dine at the dining table in the Taylor's residence.

Since Yasmine was brought into the Taylor household at the age of nine, they just took her as a transparent ghost. They never asked her to have meals together, and she, in turn, would never join them out of dignity. After when she grew up and was diagnosed with serious gastritis many years later, she realized dignity was not something worth defending for. No one would ever feel sorry for her. She kept everything that happened all to herself.

Mila Simons saw Yasmine frozen still and voiced her concern, "Why aren't you eating? Are you not feeling well?"

"No, no." Yasmine picked herself up and started digging in.

The food was warm and scrumptious, as warm as the family affection the Simons were giving her.

Mila then turned to Sebastian Simons and said, "You are going to visit Yasmine's family with her later. I have asked the butler to prepare something to bring over."

"I don't have the time." Sebastian refused coldly without thinking.

Titus Simons frowned. "You should not use being busy as an excuse and ignore such courtesy!"

"Dad, this is my seventh marriage. We do not have to abide by all the traditions as in the first marriage, do we? If she wants to visit her family, what's the big deal of going there herself?"

"You...." Titus put down his utensils and chided Sebastian angrily, "This is Yasmine's first marriage. How can you treat her like this?"

"Dad, it doesn't matter." Watching an argument sparkling, Yasmine immediately tried to ease the situation. "My family will not mind, so it's fine. I have to go to work too,"

"Work?" Mila asked curiously, "What do you do?" Yasmine was in a dilemma.

She had forgotten that there were many rules in a wealthy family that she was bound to, so Mila might not necessarily accept her daughter-in-law's occupation.

She should have discussed it with Sebastian first.

Since things were already unfolding right in front of her, all she could do was to answer truthfully, "I'm a high school teacher."

"Ah, you're a teacher. No wonder you're so well-educated and polite," said Mila with a smile. She was not displeased at all.

Yasmine felt relieved and said, "Mom, it's nothing."

"Which school are you teaching at? Let Sebastian take you to work after breakfast."

"It's too troublesome. I'll need to take a detour," Sebastian answered without any expression. Mila glared at him and said, "How would you know? She hasn't said anything yet." "No matter where she is going, It's going to be troublesome." Sebastian did not give in and replied at once.

Yasmine once again came to ease the situation. "It's okay. It's very convenient for me to take a bus."

"A bus?" Mila was shocked. "How can the daughter-in-law of the Simons squeeze herself in a crowded bus? It's okay. I'll arrange transport for you."

"No, no." Yasmine shook her head. "I don't like being flamboyant. Just keep things low."

"But -"

Titus butted in just at the right time. "Forget about it. Since our daughter-in-law has her own opinions, let's not make things difficult for her."

Mila kept quiet and did not say anything more.

Yasmine felt very touched by her in- laws' consideration.

At the same time, she also felt a little guilty.

The purpose of her being married to the Simons family was...

After breakfast, Yasmine followed Sebastian out of the house.

"Next time, leave the house ten minutes after me. I'm not used to having someone follow behind me." Sebastian folded his arms and said to Yasmine, he was very hostile.

"Are you upset that I am still working even after being married to you?" Yasmine asked in confusion. "Ha. Don't fall all over yourself." Sebastian stared into her eyes and warned, "Remember, whatever you do has nothing to do with me unless you have an affair with someone else!"