Sebastian Simons gave little response to his father-in- law's obvious enthusiasm. In contrast, his attitude towards Yasmine Taylor turned better all of a sudden.
He walked up to her, wrapping his arms around her waist, and said gently, "Let's go in."
"All right."
Yasmine smiled weakly, but she was not used to him being so gentle all of a sudden.
The small of her back where Sebastian's hands lay made her tense, stiffening her back. Sebastian might have felt her being uneasy, and quickly smiled and held her hand instead. When their fingers interlocked, Yasmine could hear her heart pounding.
Initially, she was worried that Sebastian would not willingly join the play. Well, it looked like she worried too much.
His gentle tone, scorching eyes, and misty smile were enough to impress the Taylor couple. He was not exactly the violent demon that they imagined, in fact, he was acting far from it.
They walked hand in hand into the living room. When Sebastian loosened his grip, Yasmine realized that her palm was full of sweat.
Not that she was paranoid about Dorothy Ryles noticing anything, but Sebastian's acting was beyond her expectation. "Have some tea, my son-in-law." Henry Taylor said hastily.
Henry was also a businessman himself, but he ran just a small company compared to the wealthy Simons' empire. His achievements were barely significant if they were to make a comparison.
The humble attitude he had now, while serving Sebastian tea with both his hands, made it hard to believe that the person he was hosting was his son-in-law.
"Sister, welcome home with your husband."
Today was really a special day. Linda Taylor, who had been calling her rudely by name ever since she was a child, called her 'sister' in such a sweet tone for the first time. What a surprise.
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