The Seventh Miserable Bride

Chapter 21

Yasmine Taylor was in her little room, sorting out the books she took brought back when the door behind her was suddenly pushed open.

Sebastian Simons stepped forward and grabbed her arm, in a fit of anger, "Why did you come back?"

She replied, "I just don't want to come back with you, I didn't say I am not coming back forever."

"Do you think I will still want a wife who goes missing all of a sudden?" He demanded. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

"If you don't want me, you could just divorce me?" She retorted.

"What, you think I won't do it?" He seemed serious. Yasmine nodded and said, "Well, you can't divorce

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me.

Sebastian scoffed. "I've done this six times. Try

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me.

"It's not that, but..." She paused for a moment. "I may not be able to control myself."

"What do you mean?"

Yasmine did not answer, but slowly shifted her gaze from Sebastian's eyes slower and fixed upon it. Sebastian suddenly understood and his face darkened. "If you dare spread stupid rumors. I'll make

you pay for it!"

"As long as I'm your wife, I won't say anything I shouldn't. For the sake of yourself, don't think about divorcing me."

"Are you so desperate to be my wife?" Sebastian then nodded and added, "Fine, I won't divorce you. I'll torture you slowly. I am good at making a woman willingly leave because she can't stand it anymore."

He sneered and left, not forgetting to close the door violently.

Dinner was served. It had been delayed for three hours because of the commotion. Sebastian pulled out a chair violently and sat down. Mila Simons glared at her son and ordered the servants next to her, "Go and ask Young Madam to come down for dinner."

"Okay, Madam."

The servant came back and repeated respectfully, "Young Madam said that she is not feeling well and would like to go to bed first. It's okay to have dinner without her."

Tiffany Simons couldn't help but started mumbling, "Brother must have said something to her. She seemed fine when she came home just now."

Sebastian Simons raised his eyebrows and said, "Are you sure you want to defend that woman?"

"Listen, are you going to call her "that woman"? instead of your wife?" Titus Simons reprimanded Sebastian.

"So what if she is? There is no need to call her my wife."Sebastian answered in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Stop all your nonsense. Bring her down for dinner."

"I won't." He knew this was childish, but he couldn't care less. Mila stood up and said, "Are you sure? Fine. I am not going to eat."

Tiffany immediately followed her mom's protest. "I am not eating either."

Titus was the most direct -- he said nothing but stood up and went straight to his study room.

So the three of them were protesting against Sebastian now? Since when had the Simons been so united? Even Mila herself could not tell.

No matter how ruthless Sebastian was, he would only act that way to outsiders, not family. Seeing his parent's and sisters' protest, he frowned and heaved a sigh, "I can't stay in this house any longer."

Yasmine didn't really go to bed. She was preparing the lessons for tomorrow. When she suddenly heard the sound of her door opening, she knew who it was without having to guess.

The grumpy footsteps approached her like a raging storm. Sebastian snapped her book shut, threatening, "I'll give you one minute now to go downstairs for dinner with me."