The Seventh Miserable Bride novel Chapter 44

As the waiter sent over a menu, Sebastian Simons signaled her to order, but she pushed it to him and said, "You order. I'm not familiar with this place. I don't know what tastes good."

He did not refuse. He opened it casually and pointed at a few signature dishes to the waiter. Meanwhile, Yasmine Taylor was staring at him intently when he suddenly closed the menu and raised his head. Their eyes met and she quickly looked away, embarrassed.

"Just say what's on your mind,"

Sebastian prompted, noticing that she was hesitant to speak.

"I'm just a little curious. Why did you suddenly propose to eat out?" she asked.

"What's wrong? Is it against your oppressive rule?" he said sarcastically.

Yasmine shook her head. "No. I just didn't think that you have the habit of eating supper," she explained.

"There are a lot of things that you don't know. You're not expected to know everything."

Sebastian pointed in the direction of the wine cabinet with his slender fingers and asked, "Would you like to have a few drinks?"

"No, no," she rejected.

Thinking about her drunken blunder after drinking the other time, she refused without a second thought.

The waiter served the food with great efficiency. The dishes were exquisite and appetizing. Yasmine was starving, so she immediately indulged in the food.

"How's it?" he asked.

"Delicious," she commented.

"Compared to instant noodles?" he questioned further.

"This is so much better," she replied.

She was smiling from ear to ear. Sebastian gazed at her in a daze and said all of a sudden, "Have a baby."

Puff...

Yasmine almost spat out a mouthful of hot soup. She raised her head in shock and stuttered, "Who... who's going to have a baby?"

"What do you think?" He raised his eyebrows.

"Me and you?"

"Nonsense. Who else do you want to have a baby with, if not with me?"

A black line crossed over her head, and Yasmine felt like it was the end of the world. The man who regarded women as disgusting creatures actually took the initiated the idea to have a child. It was really unbelievable and intimidating.

"But you don't love me," she argued.

"Who said that love was necessary to have a child?" he challenged. "Doesn't that make me just a baby- making machine?" she asked.

"So you're unwilling to do it?" he questioned.

She smiled awkwardly and said, "It's not that I'm unwilling. I just think that you should think about it carefully. You don't seem to be sober now."

"I'm very clear-headed now, and I've considered it carefully," he defended.

"Then let me think about it. For such a matter, each of us has to be mentally prepared," she said.

Sebastian nodded and said, "Well, I'll give you three days to think about it. Give me an answer three days from now."

"Three days?" Her eyes widened. "That's too soon, isn't it?"

"Too soon? Do you need thirty years?" he sneered.

"Thirty years? That's too long..." her voice trailed.

"Exactly. I don't mind giving you more time to think about it. I'm just afraid that by that time, you won't be able to give birth anymore," he commented.

"It's not a big deal to me if I can't give birth to a child. But waiting for thirty years is a big deal to someone who changes partners as if changing clothes, like you," she blurted.

The first round of wrangle ended after Sebastian rolled his eyes at her, and said that she knew him well.

After filling their stomachs, they went out of the restaurant. Yasmine looked at her watch and found that it was already two o'clock in the wee hours of the morning.

She sighed. It was her first time staying up so late. She was used to being disciplined so she did not know and was not curious to know what the night would be like past midnight. But now, standing under the moonlight and starlight, she suddenly felt precious tranquility.

This peacefulness was extremely rare in the bustling city during the day.

"What are you looking at? Let's go," he ordered.

Sebastian had already sat in the car. When he saw Yasmine looking up at the sky like a fool, he reminded her to get in the car gruffly.

"Oh, okay."

She quickly opened the door, got in, looked straight ahead, and said, "Okay, let's go."

"Well,"

Sebastian's voice trailed off as he eye-signaled her to fasten her seat belt. She waved lazily and said, "It's okay. We'll be home very soon. There's no traffic police in the middle of the night."

"Don't have so much faith in my driving skills. As you said, I may not be sober now."

As he spoke, he suddenly leaned over and reached out to fasten the seat belt for her, which aroused Yasmine's vague memory. She remembered the last time they came out for dinner together, he was also this close to her. However, at that time, she could take advantage of her drunkenness to wantonly touch his face. This time, she could only hold her breath and dared not move. As Sebastian drove, Yasmine felt torrid for no reason. She wound down the window and stuck her head out slightly to feel the breeze caressing her face.

After a while, she could not hold back her doubts, so she turned back and asked, "Why did you propose having a baby all of a sudden?"

"Take a guess."