The Seventh Miserable Bride novel Chapter 32

Yasmine Taylor finally came to her senses, but Sebastian Simons's hand had already reached into her pajamas without her permission.

Instinctively, she groaned in resistance, but the man was resting on top of her, restricting her movements. Gradually, she stopped rejecting him and thought, "What else can I do? Just let it be. Intimacy is naturally the highlight of marriage. We didn't have a distinct contract before this, so before we end this marriage, we should do what every husband and wife would normally do. Besides, I am a normal person. The same way men have physiological needs, women do, too; to maintain physical and mental health. Anyway, although this man's body is not impressive, he's still decent-looking."

When she was mentally-prepared, she summoned up the courage to follow his lead. She shifted her hands, originally on two sides of the pillow, slowly to rest on Sebastian's back. However, he was unaccustomed to the sudden change in her attitude. He stopped kissing her lips, moved to bury his head in the sexy curve of her neck, and continued to kiss her aggressively.

Yasmin's heart turned cold. She knew very well that if a man kissed a woman's lips, it didn't mean that he loved this woman. But if he chose to be intimate with this woman but didn't kiss her lips, then he certainly didn't love this woman. All the courage that she had gathered earlier disappeared instantly. With her previous cold demeanor, she questioned loudly, "Sebastian, don't you hate women anymore?"

Sure enough, when the man who was buried in her neck heard her words, he pushed her away mercilessly and jumped out of bed.

His eyes glinted with awkwardness. He turned around and headed to the bathroom. He took two steps, then turned back and warned, "Stay here and don't move. Don't you dare to move an inch before I come out."

Yasmin was confused and torn. She did not know what Sebastian would do to her, but she knew how much he hated women. At this moment, she was as though she was a fish on a cutting board, which fate was only to be slaughtered by him.

After waiting anxiously for half an hour, Sebastian finally walked out of the bathroom. He was wearing a white bathrobe, with tiny water droplets visible on his hair.

"I didn't mean to cross the line. It's just that the weather is getting warmer these days, and my room is too stuffy, so..." she attempted to explain.

"Did I ask you to explain?" he interrupted.

Sebastian raised his eyebrows, displeased.

Yasmine was terrified. He did not even want to listen to her explanation. It seemed like the consequences were going to be more serious than she had imagined.

"Come back earlier tomorrow night and go out for dinner with me," he commanded. "Huh?" she uttered.

"What? Are you deaf?" he asked sarcastically.

"No, must it be tomorrow night?" she queried.

Sebastian nodded indifferently and asked, "Yes, what's wrong? Is it inconvenient?"

He expected that she would not dare to reject him. She should be grateful that he was willing to talk to her in such a calm manner. How could she refuse...

Sebastian was quite confident.

Yasmine was in a dilemma. She had already made an appointment with Scott tomorrow night. How could she break her promise? But if she refused Sebastian, this man would not let her go tonight, would he?

"Why don't you say something? Is it really inconvenient?" he questioned further.

Seeing that she did not say anything for a long time, Sebastian's face darkened.

"This man is out of his mind, isn't he? Why did he ask me to go out to have dinner with him for no reason? Why did it have to be tomorrow night, the very time I'm not available," Yasmine thought helplessly.

If she didn't want to owe Scott a favor, she couldn't stand him up, so she could only refuse Sebastian. However, she definitely couldn't tell him a real reason to avoid misunderstanding.

"It's indeed a little inconvenient. I have an appointment with my friend tomorrow night," she explained. "Which friend?" he interrogated.

"Lily Adams, you've seen her before," she lied.

"Cancel it," he said coldly.

"No, it's her birthday party. I've known her since college and I've been celebrating her birthday with her every year," she said.

"Really?" he asked accusingly.

Sebastian frowned. Obviously, he didn't quite believe her.

"If you don't believe me, I can give her a call, and you can ask her yourself," she offered.

Yasmine pretended to call Lily. "There's no need for that." Sebastian waved his hand impatiently and glared at her. "You're really busy, aren't you?" he said scornfully.

"So I won't have to go with you tomorrow night, right?" she asked, seeking confirmation.

"I'll give you three seconds to disappear from my sight," he said blankly.

As soon as he finished speaking, Yasmine quickly jumped out of bed and went straight into her room.

After closing the door, she gasped softly until the surroundings were quiet and she couldn't hear any sound. However, she still hadn't come back to her senses at that moment. It was really unbelievable that the bad-tempered man didn't do anything to her. He even seemed to understand when she refused him.

As she checked the time, she realized that it was already early in the morning. In the next few hours, she tossed and turned and could not sleep. As soon as she closed her eyes, the scene of Sebastian kissing her would replay in her head.