Sebastian sniggered and looked at her. "Do you think it's possible?"
"I don't think it's possible."
"Then why do you still ask?"
Yasmine lowered her eyes and said, "I can't think of any other reason. I'm used to being bullied by you. I feel that there must be a reason why you're so kind to me."
"Didn't I tell you previously that I would treat you well? I haven't bullied you since then, have I?"
"You almost killed me in the swimming pool last night."
Sebastian grinned and said, "I was just fooling around with you. If I really wanted you dead, you would have died multiple times by now."
To Yasmine, his words were extremely believable.
"By the way, why do you have a claustrophobia?"
Yasmine's eyelashes quivered slightly. "Why are you curious about my things? It doesn't seem like something you'd do."
"Then, does helping you overcome your fear of taking the elevator seem like something I'll do?" Sebastian asked.
She shook her head. "No."
"That's right. It means that you don't know me well enough. It's just whether or not I want to do something."
"I really don't understand you, just like how I don't understand why you're sometimes nice to me, but sometimes you're not."
Yasmine shrugged, grabbed a piece of tart, and took a bite.
"Well, it smells good. I don't usually eat such things." "Why not?"
"I only eat local desserts."
Sebastian raised the corner of his mouth grumpily and said, "You haven't answered my question."
"What was the question?"
Yasmine played dumb.
"Why do you have claustrophobia?"
"I was born with it."
"How could it be possible? No one is born with such a weird disease."
"Otherwise, what do you think is the reason? Not everyone has a reason like your. You were hurt by love, but I've never been in any romantic relationship."
Sebastian stopped talking when Yasmine spoke of his pain. There was a moment of silence in the closed space.
When they were about to arrive at the toll station, Sebastian threw his wallet to her and said, "Take the money out."
Yasmine took two hundred dollars out and incidentally caught sight of Sebastian's ID card. "Hey, when did you take this photo? You looked so young."
"Are you implying that I look old now?" Sebastian replied snidely.
"No, you look mature now. But you look like one of my middle school students in this photo," Yasmine clarified.
She looked at it carefully for a while, and suddenly asked, "Hey, is your birthday around the corner?"
It was an ordinary sentence, but Sebastian's face darkened and he said, "Have you seen enough? If you have, then put it away."
Yasmine pursed her lips, closed the wallet, and continued to ask him, "What do you want for your birthday? I'll buy it for you."
"No, thanks. I don't celebrate birthdays."
What was wrong with this man again? She was being nice and yet he was so cold to her. She did not seem to have said anything wrong this time...
They finally arrived in B City in the evening. Yasmine and Sebastian entered the house together, but the welcome each received was completely different. Madam Simons took Yasmine's hand, asking her about the trip, but completely ignored Sebastian!
Yasmine speculated in her heart about why Sebastian did not celebrate his birthday. Perhaps it had something to do with his mother? Perhaps he was not Madam Simons's biological son? Yasmine thought about it over and over again. In the end, she thought that perhaps Sebastian was as miserable as herself. He must be the child of his father and a mistress... After dinner, Yasmine chatted with her parents-inlaw in the living room. When they were talking happily, Tiffany came home in a huff. As soon as she entered the house, she put her hands on her hips and shouted, "Where's my brother?"
Yasmine was startled and pointed upstairs blankly. "He should be working in the study. What's wrong?"
"I'll tell you later!"
Tiffany ran upstairs, and she could not hide her anger.
"I'll go up and see what he's doing."
Yasmine was worried and wanted to follow Tiffany, but her parents-in-law did not look surprised. They waved their hands and said, "It's okay. What could have happened to them anyway?"
"That's right. Go on, what were we talking about?"
Tiffany rushed upstairs, kicked open the door of the study, and cried loudly, "Brother, how could you do this to me?!"
Sebastian was startled. He stood up and said, "What did I do to you?"
"You didn't bring Fynn along on your business trip this time. You asked him to go on a blind date, right?"
"Who told you that?"
"You don't have to know, just tell if I was right."
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