The Seventh Miserable Bride novel Chapter 47

It did not matter if he did not intend to win, but he had better not lose on purpose.

Yasmine Taylor randomly took out a magazine from the shelf, sat down on the sofa in the corner, and read quietly.

In such a noisy environment and in the face of a group of lascivious men and women, she was indeed a unique existence. Perhaps it was her one-of-a-kind temperament that attracted the attention of the men who were already accompanied by beautiful women.

Men were all the same, always thinking that the grass was greener on the other side.

"Master Sebastian, you're a little unlucky tonight..."

"Master Sebastian, you lost again..."

"It seems that Miss Taylor has to stay tonight."

Yasmine did not look away from the magazine, but she could hear everything clearly. She smiled self-mockingly. What a helpless life. Things always went against one's wishes.

She knew very well that Sebastian did not lose on purpose, but he wanted to keep her here so that she could be ruined by these wicked guys.

She took out her mobile phone from her pocket and sent a text message to him, "Do you like the feeling of losing very much?"

"I don't like the feeling of losing, but I am very satisfied when I make you unhappy because of it."

"What's the purpose of deliberately losing? Is it just to embarrass me?"

"Not only to embarrass you, but also to blunt your fortitude, blow your self-esteem, and challenge your bottom line."

What a vicious man! Yasmine glared at him so sharply, wanting dig two holes in him with her eyes.

"Didn't you say sternly that women aren't allowed to make you a cuckold? What's the point of doing this now? Slapping yourself in the face?"

"So for the sake of your innocence and my reputation, you should leave instead of sitting here and awaiting doom."

They sent text messages back and forth, and neither of them were willing to give in.

Taunts did not work on everyone, at least on Yasmine, it was not effective.

She picked up the magazine again and looked at it seriously.

Seeing that she did not send any more text messages, Sebastian took the initiative to send a message to her.

"Perhaps, I've made you too lonely and you secretly hope that you can have such an opportunity to satisfy your desires."

When Yasmine saw this text message, she was so frustrated that her face turned red. This sharp-tongued man always reacted as if he was going to lose a piece of himself if he did not successfully ridicule others. She really hoped that one day his tongue would rot.

"You b*stard! You'd better say something nice!"

she gritted her teeth and replied.

Jeremy Urs saw that Sebastian had been busy sending messages, so he was very dissatisfied and scorned, "Just call if there's anything. How can a man keep texting? So petty."

Marcus immediately agreed. "That's right. Our Master Sebastian didn't use to behave like this in the past. Could it be that he has a secret lover recently and he didn't dare to act recklessly because of Seventh Madam's presence?"

"You two stop teasing. Didn't you see that Seventh Madam looks gloomy?"

Not only Sebastian was a jerk, but his friends were also bastards. She had said that she was not called Seventh Madam but they still kept calling her that.

The gamble ended in a clamour. As expected, Sebastian was the biggest loser.

"Master Sebastian, now the results are out. I don't know if..."

Kaleb Lorris asked curiously. They were still not sure if he was being serious.

"I've always been a man of my word. She'll stay. As for whom she belongs to, you can negotiate it among yourselves. I'm leaving."

Sebastian picked up the coat on the sofa and walked out of the room.

"By the way, settle the bill as well,"

Jeremy shouted at his back. Even after he had lost the bait along with the fish, he still happily made an OK gesture and said, "No problem. Enjoy yourselves."

When he was about to step out of the door, he finally glanced at Yasmine in the corner. However, other than gloating, he had no pity for her at all.

The neon lights outside were shining wildly while he walked to his car dispiritedly. Although he got rid of the person he wanted to dump, his mood was not much better. He felt pain somewhere in his body, as if his old wounds were torn open.

It had been three years. What made him feel the most defeated was not the woman's betrayal, but the woman's unbearable weight in his heart even after so many years.

He opened the car door and sat in. Tired, he pinched his eyes and started the engine to leave, but inadvertently, he saw an unbelievable scene from the rear mirror.

The woman, who had just been abandoned by him, was stepping on the colorful lights and walking toward his car step by step with an indifferent look that he hated the most. Agitated, he got out of the car.