Following her silence, Sebastian Simons left her room and closed the door. Tired, she lay on the bed and gnashed her teeth, desperate to tear the pillow on the bed into pieces as if it was the scumbag himself.
On what grounds was he claiming that she was eloping and flirting? Those were obviously false accusations. He had better not let her find him having love affairs with other women. Otherwise, he will be in trouble.
All of a sudden, the door opened. Startled, she sat bolt upright in bed and asked, "What's wrong?"
Sebastian stood at the door and ordered with a poker face, "Write down my number."
Yasmine Taylor paused for a moment. Then, deliberately embarrassing him, she asked, "Oh, who was the one who said it wasn't necessary to exchange numbers when I asked yesterday?"
"Stop the nonsense and note it down," he rebuked.
Sensing Sebastian's embarrassment, she immediately felt better. "Okay, say it," she instructed.
"136******"
"Did you catch that?" he questioned.
"Got it," she replied.
"Give me a call," he commanded.
Yasmine hit the call button, and moments later, Sebastian's cell phone rang. Satisfied, he turned and left without closing the door.
"He could not even be bothered to close the door after himself. Such bad manners," she muttered.
She grumbled to herself as she went to close the door. As soon as she reached out her hand, she was shocked by Sebastian's sudden appearance in front of her again. She asked in confusion, "What's the matter?"
"I forgot to remind you that from now on, you should be home before ten o'clock," he said.
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