The Seventh Miserable Bride novel Chapter 22

"Can you stop ordering me around?" Yasmine glared at him angrily and said, "I might still have some appetite if your attitude was good. Pity I lost it already, seeing how you are behaving."

Sebastian scoffed, "You should feel honored to have me inviting you to dinner. Don't be ungrateful."

"Thank you for doing that. But I am not taking the honor, so you may leave and not disturb me anymore." She sure knew how to pull the right strings to work him up.

"Oh, are you chasing me away? Don't forget, this is my home!" Sebastian yelled.

"This is also my home. We're husband and wife, and we're equal. You have the right to come in, and I have the right to ask you to leave." Yasmine refuted sharply.

Sebastian had never been looked down upon by a woman in his whole life. His veins throbbed as if it might pop any moment. He grabbed her wrist and choked, "If you weren't a girl, my fist would have already been in your face!"

"Do you think I will give in to you just by saying that? I, Yasmine Taylor, am not afraid of anything."

Sebastian's anger churned in his guts, threatening to spill out. What did he do to himself? Why did he even give this audacious woman a chance at the start? If he knew how it would unfold, he wouldn't have done it. "I'll ask you one last time. Are you coming or not?"

His handsome face was as cold as a pool of ice, the chilling vibe he gave off could instantly freeze someone. Yasmine knew she had said enough and then spoke in a much softer tone, "I know mom must have threatened you, and I don't want to make things hard. Okay, I'll go downstairs with you for dinner, but I have a request in exchange for this."

"What is it this time!?" he smoldered.

"It's our school's anniversary tomorrow and there will be a party in the evening. I want you to go with me," she answered meekly.