He was about to lose control. He did not expect that his plan would have gone so smoothly. He knew that she must also want it now. Before Yasmine could say anything, he already pulled her out of the cinema and pushed her into the car. They immediately drove to a five-star hotel.
"Get off the car."
Sebastian Simons urged her, but she refused to budge. "What are we doing at a hotel?"
"Satisfying our desire, hurry up."
He dragged her out of the car and ran straight into the hotel elevator. Yasmine Taylor asked in surprise, "Don't you need to get a room?"
"I have already got us a room."
"Oh, so you have already pre- planned everything, huh?"
Sebastian took out the room card and entered the room. As soon as the door closed, he kissed and nibbled her enthusiastically. Yasmine pushed him away, "Let me take a quick shower first." She was sweating in the cinema earlier.
Sebastian wanted her so badly that he had almost lost his patience, but Yasmine insisted on taking a shower first. He smiled and said, "Alright then, I'll hop in the shower with you."
When they eventually came out of the bathroom, his phone on the bed had been ringing loudly for God- knows how long. He immediately dialed Tiffany's number back and put it on speaker mode. He heard Tiffany bellowing: "Sebastian, where the h*ll did you and Yasmine go? You guys have gone too far this time. Why did you ask Fynn to look after your children? Do you think that he is your nanny? You better get your ass over here in the next 30 minutes or else, I will bite off your head!"
Yasmine put her clothes on in horror and said with fear, "Let's go. She sounds pissed and when she's pissed, she's one scary woman to deal with."
Sebastian hung up the phone and laughed at her. "Look at you, why do you look so guilty? You look like you have something to hide."
"We do have something to hide. Do you really think that this is some social engagement?"
The two of them walked out of the hotel. On their way over to Tiffany's, Sebastian asked Yasmine, "Why have you been giving me the cold shoulder recently?"
"Who said so..."
"Who said so? You didn't even want to share a bed with me at night."
"I need to look after the kids."
"Last night I shifted the kids to the other side of the bed, but you still did not respond to me."
Yasmine bit her lip and she said with a grievance, "Because I was angry."
"Angry? Why were you angry?"
"You went to France for 3 months. May I ask just how many times you called me during those 3 months?"
Sebastian thought for a moment, "Ten times... no, nine times."
"How many times?"
"Eight."
"Think again, how many times did you really call me?"
"...Seven times."
"I'm asking you one last time, how many times did you call home?"
Sebastian lost his self-confidence. "Six times."
"Well, now explain it to me, why did you only call home six times when you went away for three freaking months?"
"Because... I was busy with work."
"Is that so? You were busy with work, huh? Then, who's Rosina?"
Sebastian's eyes widened in surprise. "How did you know about Rosina?"
"Hmph, if you didn't want anybody to know about it, then you shouldn't have done it in the first place!"
"Honey, you've wronged me. There's nothing going on between me and Rosina!"
"Did I say that there was something going on between the two of you? Why do you look so guilty?"
"I am not guilty. I am just afraid that you would misunderstand..."
"Since there is nothing going between the two of you, what are you afraid that I will misunderstand? Do I look like I am such an unreasonable woman?"
Honey, are you alright? Why are you being so aggressive?"
"Aggressive? Just moments ago, you were complaining that I've neglected you. I am just speaking the truth. How am I being aggressive?"
"Well then, I should also tell you the truth. Rosina is just my business partner. We had dinner that night when you called, and I was too drunk. So, she kindly answered the phone for me."
"Kindly answered the phone? So, I should thank her then?"
"No, you don't. You just need to calm down."
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