The Seventh Miserable Bride

Chapter 7

The elderly man sitting in front of her was Sebastian Simons's father, the old Master Titus Simons.

When Titus heard what Yasmine Taylor called him, he asked in surprise, "What did you call me?"

"Dad." she repeated, this time softer, afraid that she might offend him.

"Good! Good! Good!" He chuckled and quickly took the cup of tea.

Yasmine took another cup of tea and handed it to Mila Simons. "Mom, please have a cup of tea."

Mila was as happy as Titus. She drank the tea and then held Yasmine's hand, "Do you know? The first few daughters- in- laws always called us father- inlaw and mother-in-law, and you are the first one to take us as your own parents."

She then looked at her son and said happily, "I didn't expect the eminent monk on Mount Emperor to be so accurate at his predictions. I must go and give my prayers today, to return the favour."

"Don't be happy too soon. Let's see three months after this." Sebastian's tone was cold and icy.

He glanced at Yasmine, with his gaze cold and icy to match, and went upstairs.

Mila looked at his back reproachfully, but her good mood was not affected at all. She sat Yasmine beside her and asked in a low voice, "Did you enjoy last night?"

She lowered her head and answered in a low voice, "Well... it's quite good."

"Did you...?" Mila's eyes were brightened. She looked into Yasmine's eyes and said, "I saw both of you kissing."

Yasmine did not know what to say.

How was she supposed to answer the question?

She was getting flashbacks of the scenes last night, losing her first kiss with pairs of eyes outside the door.

There and then, she wished nothing more to ran herself in a wall and die on the spot.

Yasmine blushed and lowered her head even more.

Fortunately, a cheerful and sweet voice appeared, rescuing her from extreme embarrassment.

"Good morning, dad, mom and my sister- in- law!" Tiffany Simons ran into the living room and greeted everyone.

"Good morning!" Yasmine raised her head and responded just as cheerfully.

Mila looked at her with a smile and didn't continue to ask the question.

She ordered her daughter, "Go ask your brother to come down for breakfast."

"I don't want to." Tiffany refused.

"I'll get him then." Yasmine answered immediately. This was her cue to slither away.

She fled upstairs, opened the door of the bedroom and said to Sebastian, "It's time to have breakfast. Mom asked you to go downstairs"

"Mom? Since when did you get so close to my family?" Sebastian stared at Yasmine and sneered, "As you wish, you got married into a rich and powerful family. Were you so excited that you didn't sleep the whole night?"

"Yes." Yasmine still remained calm. "Looks like you know women well."

"It's not that I know women well, but the dark circles under your eyes says it all. You should explain yourself when you go downstairs, so that they wouldn't think I've done something to you."

Yasmine did not utter a word.

She cleared her throat and said seriously to him, "Mom has already asked me if we did something last night." © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

She believed that Sebastian would know what 'something' meant.

As expected, he asked with a slightly somber expression, "And how did you answer that?"

"I didn't answer. Tiffany appeared and interrupted the conversation. She saved my life."

"Then did my mother..."

"You kissed me last night. Do you still want to pretend that you didn't do anything to me?"

This time, it was Sebastian's turn to be tongue-tied.

He just didn't want others to misunderstand that he was getting close to Yasmine. But Yasmine's words made him feel guilty. Why did he have to feel guilty? He felt a twinge of annoyance.

Sebastian held Yasmine by her shoulders, and was about to argue back.

Yasmine twitched her lips and smirked. Gleefully, she shook his hands off and flew downstairs.

She finally got him! Yasmine grinned, undoubtedly on cloud nine.