The Seventh Miserable Bride novel Chapter 50

Yasmine Taylor saw Scott Jules off and then turned her eyes to the man whom she had been neglecting for a long time.

"Sebastian, do you know that you're very weird? I'm a dispensable person to you. Why do you come here so late at night?"

"Have you fallen to depravity because you think that you're worthless?"

Sebastian's face was so gloomy it was as if there would be a thunderstorm in the next second. He was thinking about how to apologize to this woman while on his way here, only to see what he did not want to see.

"Mind your words. How have I fallen into depravity?"

He raised the watch in his hand and said, "At 12 o'clock midnight, you're here at your friend's place, being intimate with a man. Tell me what it is if it's not depravity."

"First of all, we weren't intimate. Secondly, even if he has done something to me, it's our business. What has it got to do with you?"

Yasmine's sharp refute made Sebastian so infuriated that the veins in his temples throbbed.

"So you admit that you have an affair with him?"

Huh! As if she was hearing the most ridiculous joke in the world, Yasmine held her head high and said, "So it's all right if you find me a man, but it's not if find myself one?"

"You're a school teacher, an educator. Don't you feel ashamed to say such words? You're being unruly behind your husband's back and still have face to yell at me!"

"You should be the one feeling ashamed. You handed your wife over to someone else."

"Don't use others' occasional mistakes as an excuse for your own indulgence. The errant blood flows in the bones. Even if that incident didn't happen, you will still be errant."

Sebastian regretted what he said as soon as the words came out. He was here to apologize, but what he said was full of hurtful words.

Yasmine was obviously hurt. There was a thin layer of fog in her eyes. "The errant blood flows in the bones". Linda Taylor had ridiculed her like this many times, and she had already been immune to it. However, when she heard it from Sebastian, she felt unprecedentedly dejected.

Perhaps she thought that even if the whole world looked down upon her, at least this nominal husband would not disdain her.

"If you came here late at night to mock me, congratulations, you've done it."

Yasmine turned around and left dejectedly. Staring at her desolate back, Sebastian really wanted to slap himself in the face.

"I won't do it next time."

With extreme self- blame, he rushed forward and blocked her way. "Won't do what?"

she raised her chin and asked calmly.

"I won't take Yasmine Taylor as a bet and gamble with others anymore."

There was a slight throb in her heart, but she did not want to say anything and just walked past him silently.

Seeing that she was unmoved, Sebastian finally swallowed his pride and shouted in a hurry, "I'm sorry..."

Having waited for a long time, she finally heard him say it. Yasmine felt an urge to cry, but she did not say a word and continued to stride forward until she disappeared completely from his sight.

Sebastian had mixed feelings; the sense of defeat, and the feeling of being ignored. He was finally convinced that a woman was born to torture a man.

The next day, when he returned home from the company in the evening, he saw a woman sitting on the sofa as soon as he entered. He was utterly surprised, and at the same time, he was suddenly cheered up.

However, Yasmine was obviously not very delighted to see him. Their eyes met for a short while, then she turned her eyes away indifferently.

When it was dinner time, the atmosphere was back to the previous lively ambience. As usual, Tiffany talked a lot discursively and their mother was enjoying the food very much.

Everyone was well aware of the reason Yasmine had left home for the past few days, so they had a tacit understanding not to mention it.

As soon as dinner was over, Yasmine went upstairs. She sat in the room and unwrapped the bandage around her hand, ready to apply some medicine and re-bandage it.

As both of her hands were injured, it was very inconvenient for her to do it, but she did not want to trouble her family.

Sebastian leaned against the door frame and looked at her for a long time, but she did not notice his presence. He could not help but think that this woman was too persistent.

Cough, cough...

He deliberately coughed twice to attract her attention, then let go of his hands across his chest and walked in.

"If you want to quarrel with me, I'm sorry, I don't have time now."

Yasmine raised her head and glanced at him. She then lowered her head again and continued to do what she was doing.

"Do you think I exist just to quarrel with you?" Sebastian grabbed her hand grumpily and applied the medicine for her with unprecedented gentleness.

How could she afford to receive such great love? Yasmine wanted to withdraw her hand, but he reprimanded unhappily, "Don't move. I can't bear looking at your clumsy behavior."

She could not hold the words back anymore. Yasmine sighed and said earnestly, "Do you actually have schizophrenia? Do you know that others can easily be tortured into madmen if you are inconsistent in the way you treat people?"

"Yes, I know."

He nodded frankly.