The Seventh Miserable Bride novel Chapter 228

Tiffany Simons was just feeling disgruntled a while ago. However, she immediately burst into a smile after hearing Fynn's answer. They looked at each other affectionately, leaving goosebumps on Yasmine's skin.

Yasmine Taylor could not help but think that Sebastian and she have never had such sweet moments before.

"Tiffany, would you like to?" Madam Simons turned her gaze to her daughter.

"Mom, are you a priest? How could you ask me this question..." Tiffany ran upstairs shyly. Although she was usually carefree, she was still as shy as a little girl when it came to marriage.

"Madam Simons, I'll go look for the Young Master first. We still have something to discuss."

"Okay, you may go upstairs now."

Madam Simon's eyes were filled with joy. It seemed that she was quite satisfied with her son-in-law.

"Mom, that's rare. You're not picky about Fynn's family background."

"After a painful lesson, I realized that love is more important than anything. If I were to interfere in their lives too much, I would inevitably push them into an unfortunate abyss."

"Mom, it's nice of you to think so," Yasmine sighed sincerely. Fynn Jaymond was in Sebastian's study for two whole hours. When he was finally done with his work, a slender figure suddenly jumped out and hugged him from behind as he reached the stairs. He turned around in surprise and he was dragged into Tiffany's room before he could speak.

Tiffany could not wait to unbuckle his belt once the door was closed. Fynn jumped and stopped her in a hurry. "Tiffany, what are you doing? This is your home."

"Don't move. Just let me have a look,"

Tiffany quickly unbuckled his belt, pulled his pants down, and squatted on the ground. She blinked her watery eyes and hugged his thigh, examining it. Fynn took a deep breath and said, "Tiffany, don't do this. Get up. Let's go to my apartment."

Realizing that Fynn was thinking of something else, Tiffany patted him grumpily and said with a red face, "What are you thinking about? You're so annoying."

This seemed to have aroused Fynn instead. He was, after all, a hot-blooded man. How could he ignore such undisguised flirtation? He bent his body and picked Tiffany, who was squatting on the ground, up. He then pressed her against the wall. He held her face with his hands and immediately lowered his head to kiss her lips.

Her body trembled slightly as she was entangled deeper into the kiss.

Even though they had been intimate several times, she still could not seem to control her heartbeat when she faced him. Furthermore, he was not his usual tender loving self, and his beastly behavior seemed to have given her a different feeling. She took the initiative to put her hands around his neck and began to respond to him enthusiastically.

He kissed her nose lovingly. "It's all your fault for teasing me. How could you take my pants off as soon as we entered the room?"

"I just want to see if you have a birthmark on your leg," Tiffany looked at him in a daze.

"Who does it like that? Your head was buried under my crotch, just like a woman trying to please a man in a movie. How could I endure such a suggestive act?"

Fynn's eyes were filled with love. He lowered his head and sucked on her lips heavily.

After having a round of passion, Fynn took her into his arms and asked softly, "Why do you want to know if I have a birthmark on my thigh?"

"My sister-in-law said that someone called Master Blaine is looking for his lost son. According to my sister-in-law's intuition, that person is you..."

"Pfft!"

Fynn burst into laughter, "Your sister-in-law is going to be a fortune-teller. No wonder she looked like she had something to say to me earlier in the afternoon."

"But why don't you have a red birthmark on your leg?"

"Why should there be a red birthmark on my leg?"

He replied with a question. Tiffany frowned, "If you have one, you won't be an orphan..."

"What's wrong with being an orphan? I'm used to it. Do you mind, Tiffany?"

"No, I don't mind at all!"

Tiffany was afraid that Fynn might misinterpret her intentions, so she shook her head and said firmly, "It doesn't matter to me whether you are an orphan or not. Because I have always liked you, and not because of your family background."

Fynn kissed her forehead affectionately, "Thank you."

Fie got up, put his clothes on and was about to leave, but Tiffany was reluctant to let him go. She grabbed his arm and said coquettishly, "Don't go. You should spend the night here."

"No, although we are now lovers, we are not married yet. It would have a bad impact if I stay here for the night. I will be embarrassed if your family sees me tomorrow too."

"Must you leave?"

"Don't worry. When I'm done with my work, I'll officially propose to you. When that time comes, we'll have plenty of time to be together."

Fie kissed her delicate lips again and left her room. Fie crept downstairs and was ready to leave without anyone noticing, but he was unlucky enough to be caught by someone.

"Stop,"

Suddenly, a voice came from behind him, which made Fynn's heart skipped a beat. Fie turned around with a forced smile on his face. "President Sebastian."

"Why haven't you left yet?"