The Seventh Miserable Bride novel Chapter 48

Sebastian Simons stared at the scene in front of him in horror. He did not expect that Yasmine Taylor would break the car's glass windows with her hands. She must have borne much pain breaking the glass like that. He was witnessing her in pain as blood dripped from her hands.

As he was still in shock, he stood still by the car door. It was not until Yasmine got out of the car with a pale face and walked past him indifferently that he came to his senses. He grabbed her arm, and said, "Where do you want to go with your hands injured like that? Get in the car, I'll take you to the hospital to bandage your wound."

She turned around and glared at him with a cold look that he had never seen before. Even though she was already very weak, she still used the last of her strength to fling away his hand.

Along with that, she also flung away his overdue kindness.

Yasmine stepped on the dim light and walked toward the front door of the villa. Her thin figure was like a broken leaf swaying in the wind solitarily.

After a few steps, she suddenly turned around and asked sadly, "Was it really okay? Was it really okay for you when I was teased by them? Did it cross your mind that the woman who they flirted with is your wife, and even if you don't love her, you can't let others ruin her?" Sebastian did not answer. She grinned self-mockingly. Now that she was in such a mess, what else was she expecting this man to say?

She went upstairs muddleheadedly, went into the room, sat on the bed, and stared at the ground. Then, she thought, "My already pathetic life, in fact, could be even more pathetic."

Sebastian stood in front of Yasmine's door. After hesitating for a long time, he walked in, but before he could say anything, she said, "I don't want to say anything now. Get out."

He glanced at her injured hands, then put the medical kit on the ground. He wanted to say something, but no words came out when he opened his mouth.

It was as though something was stuck in his throat. An apology. Eventually, he gave up, turned around silently, and closed the door behind him.

After a long time, he heard a hysterical cry, so sorrowful and miserable. It was as if the pain, accumulated and buried deep in the bottom of her heart for many years, could no longer be suppressed...

Through the gap of the sliding door, Sebastian could clearly see through Yasmine's disguise. She was no longer the woman who looked indifferent yet was strong inside. At this moment, she was like a child who had just been injured and wanted to vent her frustration and grievance. It was not terrifying to be injured. What was terrifying was that she had always been injured for no reason.

Both externally and internally. Yasmine had wanted to cry carelessly like this for a long time, but she had to suppress it every time because she was afraid that she would no longer be strong if she cried. Her bumpy life was so pathetic that even crying was a luxury.

Sebastian stared through the crack, which was only a few centimeters wide, and was shocked beyond words. If he had not seen this scene in person, he would never have imagined that this woman could have such sad times.

All of a sudden, his heart was stung brutally.

This night was bound to be heavy. Yasmine cried for a long time, and Sebastian also stood outside her door for a long time.

At dawn, she came out of the room with a bandage simply wrapped around her hands and walked out in a haggard manner.

"Are you feeling better?"

Sebastian asked in a hoarse voice, looking at her with a hint of guilt in his eyes.

Yasmine turned a blind eye to him and passed him by without answering his question. She was not being arrogant. It was just because the person, who asked the question, had never taken her seriously.

Out of Mansion House, there was a vast expanse of white mist. She turned around and looked at the large villa surrounded by the mist of dawn. For the first time, she deeply realized that the life of a wealthy family was not as glorious as she imagined.

Her injured hands and swollen eyes should not be seen by anyone other than Sebastian, because everyone else cared about her.

She did not want those who cared about her to worry. But it was a different story for those who did not care about her.

She went to the hospital nearby to re-bandage her wound. Then, she took a taxi to her friend's house and rang the doorbell. Lily Adams was having breakfast. When Lily saw her, she was startled. "Oh my God, what... what happened?"

Yasmine shook her head feebly. "Nothing." Then she went straight to the bedroom.

"How could it be nothing when you are already like this? Tell me honestly, did Sebastian, that psychopath, abuse you?"

Lily kept following behind her and asked for the reason.

"Could you please help me apply for three days off work? I'll stay here for the next three days."

Yasmine did not want to talk about what had happened last night ever. She just wanted to have a good sleep, and forget about all her unpleasant experiences.

Seeing that she really did not want to talk about it and looked very tired, Lily could not bear to ask any more questions. She turned around, poured a glass of warm milk for Yasmine, and said, "Drink it and go to sleep. No matter how bad life is, there's no need for you to ruin your body."

"Thank you..."

She glanced at her friend gratefully, took the milk, and warned while drinking, "Don't tell anyone that I'm here."

"Then what should I say? Scott will definitely ask."

Lily's expression would always be sad at the mention of Scott Jules.

"Just say that I went on a trip."

"In fact, you don't have to suffer like this. Scott has the means to help you..."

"All right, stop talking and go to work."

Yasmine interrupted her and lay down sideways.

"Sigh..."

Staring at her back, Lily let out a long sigh before she turned and left.