The Seventh Miserable Bride novel Chapter 37

It was late at night, and the wind had turned chilly. Sebastian Simons looked at the woman in front of him from a distance. He had only walked away for a few minutes, but she had already fallen asleep on the table.

He walked forward slowly, took off his blazer, and put it on her. He then lifted one of her arms over his shoulder and left the food stall.

When he got to the car, he opened the door and stuffed her in. After he caught his breath, he ruffled his hair and said to himself, "I must be crazy, being concerned about this woman."

He went to the other side of the car, sat next to her, and reached out to fasten her seat belt. At that point, Yasmine had already opened her eyes. She asked faintly, "Why are you so close to me?"

"Don't move."

Sebastian glared at her impatiently and continued what he was doing.

Finally, he succeeded in fastening her seat belt. As he was about to back away, her soft arms suddenly wrapped around his neck. He stiffened and looked at the woman in front of him. Her clear eyes were as pure as snow. They were so close to each other, he could feel her breath.

Yasmine grinned and nodded. "Although you don't have a good temper, you're still good-looking." She moved her hand to his angular face and caressed his facial features freely. For a moment, he was stunned and allowed her to touch him as if he was a pet.

Each and every pore on his face was touched by her. Just as he thought that she was done with it, she unexpectedly leaned her body against his shoulder. Sebastian quivered and pushed her away roughly. He rolled down the window, popped his head out, and instantly became a lot more clearheaded as the wind blew on his face.

He started the engine and drove away in a whoosh. When they were almost reaching home, he heard a soft voice, "Don't fall in love with me. Please don't. I won't fall in love with you either, I won't..."

He parked the car and assisted her to walk to the living room, which was brightly lit. Except for his father, everyone else had not gone to bed.

"Oh my God, what's going on?"

Madam Simons came forward in surprise. Sensing the strong smell of alcohol, she questioned, "Did she drink?"

"Yes."

Sebastian responded indifferently and continued to walk towards the stairs.

"Did you both drink together? Why didn't any of you answer our calls?"

She asked quizzically while looking at the back of her son and daughter- in- law, but no one paid attention to her. Her daughter came over and said in a sly tone, "Mom, something is going on." "What's going on?"

"Didn't you see my brother's clothes on my sister-in-law? She's so drunk she could not have snatched it from him. So, the only possibility is that he willingly took it off for her!"

"You mean, your brother cares about your sister-in-law?"

"That's right!"

"It's a good sign, a good sign." Madam Simons was so happy that she was grinning from ear to ear. "It seems that my grandchild is coming soon."

Tiffany Simons immediately had an unusual idea in her mind. "Mom, since you want to have a grandchild so much, why don't you..."

"What?" Madam Simons asked.

"Drug my brother. Maybe tonight we will help create your little grandson, my little nephew," Tiffany suggested playfully.

"Good idea, good idea."

The elderly Madam Simons was so excited that she did not complain about her daughter speaking in an unrestrained manner.

"But will your brother be furious after that?"

"Oh, it'll be fine. What's done cannot be undone. Just let him be if he is angry. What are you afraid of? You're his mother. How could a mother be afraid of her own son?" Tiffany reassured her mother.

Hearing her daughter's words, Madam Simons became very bold. She had bought some imported products from abroad last week, but she had been worried about her son's temper and did not dare to use them. Nowadays, her son seemed to have a much better attitude toward her daughter-in-law. It was better to take advantage of the situation now.

As soon as Sebastian threw Yasmine onto her bed, his sister came into the room with a glass of water.

"Brother, you must be exhausted. Have a drink," she suggested.

"Thank you." He took it. Indeed, he was feeling a little tired.

Seeing that Sebastian was going to gulp the water down, Tiffany was secretly delighted. Suddenly, her sister-in-law, who was lying on the bed, stood up and rushed over. She snatched the cup of water from Sebastian's hand and mumbled, "Give it to me. I'm thirsty..."

"Hey, you can't drink..."

Tiffany reached out a hand to stop her in alarm. In a panic, she smashed the cup onto the ground, breaking it into pieces.

The three of them looked at one another. Sebastian asked his sister in suspiciously, "Did you add poison to the water?"

"No, no," she denied.

"Why can't she drink it, then?"

"It's for my brother. How can I let my sister-in-law drink it..."

"Oh, aren't you on this woman's side? Why are you on my side now?" Sebastian asked his sister.

Tiffany swallowed and said with a fake smile, "Of course not. I'm always on your side, brother. I'm going to sleep. Good night, brother..."

Without waiting for Sebastian's reply, she ran away immediately.

The next morning, when Yasmine went downstairs, she felt her mother-in-law and sister-in-law's eyes twinkling as if they had done something guilty.

"Yasmine, I've ordered the kitchen to make you a bowl of hangover soup. Drink it while it's hot."