The Seventh Miserable Bride

Sebastian Simons was pacing back and forth in the room. To say he was in a very bad mood was an understatement. The thing he cared most was his image, but that woman made him lose it all in a night.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he was. He looked at his watch. It was already 10:30 p.m, yet she hadn't come home. Was she disregarding the Simons? In a rage, Sebastian took out his phone, planning to give her a call, but only to find out that he didn't have her number.

He tossed his phone onto his bed, cursing. As he went to pull the door open, lo, and behold, he saw the woman standing outside there.

He was stunned for a while, and then smirked mockingly, "Why did you come back? I thought you would stay over in that man's house?"

Yasmine Taylor took a deep breath and calmly explained, "It's not what you think."

"It's not what I think?" Sebastian grabbed her wrist and dragged her inside forcefully. Slamming the door, he demanded, "Well, you should at least explain. You left with him in front of me. What's with both of you?"

"I can explain. But before that, I have to restate, I didn't follow him, I was taken away by him."

"So?" Sebastian asked. "What I am trying to say is, I did not mean to embarrass you. I wasn't expecting it as well."

"Didn't you say the man has nothing to do with you? Since both of you weren't even close, why did he do that?" Yasmine lowered her head and whispered, "He likes

me.

Three words were enough to rush blood to his dangerously handsome face. Anger took over him and he roared, "All thanks to you, my image was tarnished in a night. How dare you confess so bluntly?" "What else am I supposed to do? Do you want me to lie to you? The reason I am confessing is that I felt guilty."

Sebastian's anger flared even more as he saw how Yasmine was behaving. He nodded and said, "Well, not only that you did not apologize for what you did, you have to rebut as if you haven't done anything wrong. Fine. I am calling Henry Taylor now."

He was not joking and dialed Henry's number for real. Yasmine grabbed his phone and asked in a rush, "Why are you calling him?" "Give it back."

If looks could kill, Yasmine was dead by now. Sebastian stared murderously at the phone she snatched, his expression cold-blooded. "I am not going to return it if you don't tell me why."

Sebastian laughed ironically, stepped forward, and held her by the chin, forcing her to look at him. "I'll ask them to bring you home. They should really educate you properly. Simply speaking, I want a refund." he said.

Yasmine scoffed and questioned him further, unfazed, "What did I do wrong? It's not even my fault. You said that I am not allowed to have an affair with someone else, and I did not. You have no evidence to prove that. If you want to take what happened tonight as evidence, I do not think it is valid. I made myself clear that I was taken away, I did not willingly leave with him."

"Tsk, what a waste of talent! You should have been a lawyer instead of a teacher." Sebastian's eyes glinted maliciously. "Do you think that you can clarify this in just a few words? And, why should I believe you?"

"It's up to you. I tried my best to explain. If you insist on driving me away, I can't say anything more. I can only control my own feelings, and I have no control over others."