The Seventh Miserable Bride novel Chapter 39

Sebastian Simons finally became impatient and looked at Yasmine Taylor. She immediately understood. She coughed and said, "Linda, it's getting late. Your brother-in-law is very tired after a day's work. You should go back to your room and get some rest."

Although Linda was unwilling to leave, there was no reason for her to stay, so she reluctantly nodded and went out of the room.

In order to avoid Sebastian's ridicule, Yasmine rushed back to her room as soon as Linda left. Seconds later, she came out again and faced Sebastian. "What's wrong?" Sebastian asked with a frown.

"Can I use your bathroom for a while..." she muttered.

"If I said no, what reason would you use to convince me this time?" he interrogated.

"I've run out of reasons. Well, If you don't agree, I won't shower," she replied.

"Then don't shower."

He shrugged gloatingly and walked towards the bathroom.

"Hey, wait a minute--" Yasmine rushed into the bathroom before he could, and said apologetically, "Please be kind. On this hot day, I can't bear not showering." Then, she locked the door, risking her life acting against his will.

"Come out. You have only three minutes. Otherwise, you'll be in trouble," he threatened.

"I'm sorry, I've already taken off my clothes..." she said.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

Sebastian punched the door hard, and his face turned red with anger. This woman really could not be spoiled; she was becoming more and more demanding. He indulged her again and again, and now she didn't take him seriously. She slept in his bed and stayed in his room as she liked. Now, even his bathroom that he disliked sharing with others, she used it as she liked.

What was even more frustrating was that he could not do anything to her. At least, so far, he had not thought of driving her away.

If this happened in previous years, this woman who did not know her place would have died many times.

"Yasmine Taylor, you have guts. Let's settle when you come out!" he screamed, thinking that she must be taught a lesson.

Sebastian indignantly sat down on the sofa with his arms crossed over his chest, waiting for her to come out of his bathroom.

Yasmine lay lazily in the bathtub. Listening to music in the background placed her in a good mood. It was not because Sebastian did not frighten her enough, but because after getting along with him recently, she could already figure out his temper. As long as she did not annoy him too much, trivial things like taking a bath in his bathroom could be forgivable.

However, her good mood lasted only until she realized a tragedy. She came in hurriedly and did not take anything with her. What should she wear later?

After hesitating for a long enough time for the water in the bathtub to cool down, she had no choice but to open the door slightly, stretch out an arm through the gap, and wave it wildly, "Hey, Sebastian, could you please go to my room and bring me my pajamas on the bed?"

From a distance, the man with profound eyes shook his head. He could not believe his ears. She had already forcibly occupied his space, now she even dared to order him around as if she was his master and he was her slave. Was she asking for trouble?

Yasmine shouted for a long time but did not receive any response. She sighed helplessly, withdrew her arm, and looked around. There was only one bathrobe in the large bathroom, but it was his personal item. If she were to wear it and walk out, he would go crazy. Then, she would definitely be in trouble.

But, Yasmine had no other choice. She could either wear Sebastian's bathrobe, or walk out naked. Of course, she chose to walk out in his bathrobe.

The oversized bathrobe wrapped loosely around her petite body. She quietly opened the door, looked around, and did not see Sebastian. She breathed a sigh of relief and raced to her room immediately. Unfortunately, she was held firmly by someone hiding in the corner. "Ah!" Yasmine screamed and turned around in panic. She looked at the man behind her and stammered, "What, what are you doing?"

"What do you think? Are you comfortable with my clothes?"

Sebastian snorted with fiery eyes and tightened his grip on Yasmine's hands, seizing them so hard her bones could break. She winced and begged for mercy, "I know I was wrong. Could you please let me go? It really hurts..."

"Now you know you're wrong. Weren't you very capable just now?"

He exerted more force, and Yasmine screamed again, "Ah--" He continued to exert more force, making her howl, "Ah--"

She seriously suspected that her bones were broken. "Sebastian, please stop. I'm really in pain,"

she pleaded in a trembling voice. However, he had already made up his mind to punish her. After seizing her arms, he lifted her onto his shoulder and swung her in the air swiftly. Yasmine's eyes rolled back and forth, and her heart almost stopped beating.

Sebastian was excellent at torturing people. He threw her into the air, onto the bed harshly, then constrained her hand behind her and continued to press her down hard. Not only Yasmine's arms were in pain, but her entire body was in pain. She gnashed her teeth and screamed, "Ah--ah--ah--"

As the intensity of his strength varied, so did that of her voice. But no matter how her voice changed, it was always bitter and shrill. Little did both of them know that, on the other side of the closed door, stood someone who was suffering a lot. This person was none other than Linda Taylor.

She initially wanted to take another look at her sweetheart with the excuse of borrowing his phone, but when she was about to knock on the door, she heard such a scream that made her blush.

She angrily gnawed on the nail of her thumb, on the verge of breaking down. Her sweetheart was actually doing it with the person she hated the most, while the woman was shouting so openly. Was she doing it deliberately to provoke her?!

As Yasmine's scream rose and fell, Linda painfully covered her ears and stamped her feet madly. "How long are these two going to do it?"

The one in the room was shouting miserably, and the one outside was in a living hell.

Suddenly, a hand patted on Linda's shoulder. She turned around in a panic and asked, "Who are you?"