The Seventh Miserable Bride novel Chapter 149

Yasmine gasped when she heard what Leighton said. Sure enough, Sebastian's face had turned livid.

He grabbed Leighton's arm rudely and said, "Follow

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me.

"Let me go, let me go!"

Leighton struggled with all his strength. Yasmine panicked and hurriedly stopped Sebastian. "What are you doing?! You're scaring him."

Sebastian suppressed his anger as he turned to face her. "I'm. Taking. Him. To. Sleep," he said, making sure to enunciate each word.

"Where are you taking him to sleep?"

"The hotel."

"Why go to a hotel? Isn't there a guest room at home?"

Sebastian raised his eyebrows and said, "Didn't you hear what the boy said? He wants to sleep with you? Why? Do you want to do the same?"

Yasmine snorted angrily and pulled Sebastian's hand from Leighton's arm. "That's enough. Why are you being jealous?"

She told Leighton patiently and gently, "Leighton, two unmarried people cannot sleep together. You can sleep here, and I'll sleep next door, okay?"

Leighton lowered his head, as if he was very unhappy. "Come on, I'll sing you a lullaby."

Yasmine winked at Sebastian, implying for him to leave.

Sebastian stood still and watched helplessly as Yasmine pulled Leighton to the bed, coaxed him to sleep as if he were a child, and sang like a mother, "Twinkle-twinkle little star...."

Her soft voice filled every corner of the room, and Leighton gradually fell asleep. Sebastian walked over and said sarcastically, "A grown man that needs a lullaby to fall asleep. He's really an embarrassment."

"Will you die if you stop talking?"

Yasmine rolled her eyes at him and covered Leighton with a quilt. Then, she pushed Sebastian out of the room and gently closed the door.

Watching her gentle movements, Sebastian got even more jealous. When he returned to the room, he lifted the quilt and lay down, ignoring Yasmine. Yasmine stared at his cold and hard back and said, "Turn around."

He didn't speak or move.

"I asked you to turn around. Did you hear me?"

Yasmine pulled his shoulder forcefully, trying to make him face her, but he was so determined that she couldn't move him at all.

"You're determined not to turn around, aren't you? Okay, I'll go and sleep with Leighton then."

She pretended to get out of bed. As expected, this trick worked. Before her feet could touch the ground, Sebastian pulled her back with his strong arm and held her tightly.

He hugged her so tightly that she almost couldn't breathe, but she felt very happy as her delicate red lips curled upwards.

"Sing me a song."

"Huh?"

Yasmine thought that she heard him wrongly. She widened her eyes in disbelief.

"I asked you to sing me a song."

"Which song?"

she asked, confused.

"That one with the stars and all that..."

"Puff!"

Yasmine couldn't help but laugh out loud. Her husband was so cute, and she immediately started singing in her soft voice. Her beautiful voice gave him the feeling of a carefree childhood. Sebastian's eyebrows gradually smoothed out, and his thin lips raised into a beautiful arc as he closed his eyes.

The next morning, Yasmine got up and opened the door to check on Leighton. As soon as the door opened, Leighton curled up in front of her like a Buddha sitting on the floor. She was really shocked. So that he wouldn't see Sebastian who was still sleeping on the bed, she quickly closed the door and squatted down. "Leighton, why are you sitting here?"

"I'm waiting for you to get up."

"You don't have to sit on the ground. Get up quickly." She reached out and pulled him up, then she took him downstairs.

During breakfast, Leighton was feeling nervous and he did not dare to look up. Although he was slow, he could feel everyone staring at him. Their gaze made him feel as if he was sitting on pins and needles, especially because of Tiffany, who was staring at him with her big eyes. She secretly sighed. What a shame that such a handsome guy was mentally disabled.

"Mom and dad, I'll send him back after dinner."

"Have you contacted his family?"

"Yes, I've contacted them."

Sebastian interrupted grumpily, "Why are you sending him? Can't they pick him up?"

"His father will be busy for two days."

"Give me the address and I'll ask someone to send him back. You can stay at home and relax. You don't have to go anywhere."

"But..."

"No buts. It's settled."