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The Seventh Miserable Bride novel Chapter 99

Sebastian smiled gently and started the engine, then he drove away...

Yasmine checked the time then took out her mobile phone and dialed Lily's number. "Hello, have you left home?"

"I’m about to."

"Why haven't you left home yet?"

"I had a stomach ache. I had been having diarrhea since yesterday."

"Are you okay? Do you want to go to the hospital?"

"There's no need to. I've taken two pills to stop the diarrhea."

Just then, a lady dressed in elegant clothes walked past Yasmine, and the purse in the lady's mink coat suddenly fell out. Yasmine hurriedly said to Lily who was still on the phone, "Wait a minute."

Then she picked up the purse on the ground and caught up with the lady. "Hello, madam. You dropped your wallet."

The lady took off her dark brown sunglasses, revealing a pair of wrinkled but beautiful eyes. She smiled and took it, saying, "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Yasmine smiled back, turned around elegantly and continued to talk to Lily on the phone. "Hello, are you still there?" "Yes, you picked up a purse but didn't keep it?" Lily asked playfully.

"Yes, I picked up a purse."

"Tsk, tsk. You're really an honest kid. You deserve to be praised."

"Stop it, have you left home yet?"

"I left a long time ago. See you in ten minutes." "Okay."

Yasmine and Lily shopped for the whole day. They bought a lot of clothes and cosmetics. Yasmine also bought some things for Sebastian. When Sebastian returned home in the evening, he did not see his wife. He immediately asked, "Mom, where is Yasmine?"

Madam Simons ignored him.

He asked his sister instead, "Tiffany, where’s your sister-in-law?"

Tiffany snorted and said, "The world is getting harder to understand. The two people who used to hate each other now can’t bear not seeing each other for one minute? How unbelievable."

"Cut the crap. Where is she?"

"I don't know."

Sebastian was annoyed. He took out his phone and said, "Do you think that I can't find her without your help? You scheming girl, you'll never get married!"

Tiffany threw a pillow at him and shouted at his back as he disappeared by the door, "If someone like you could get married. Why can't I..."

"Oh my God, so noisy. I can't even watch TV in peace."

Madam Simons rubbed her ears.

"Mom, since you already gave birth to him, why did you have to give birth to me? You see, he was born to irritate me!"

"How would I know? If I had known that both of you would make me worry all the time, I wouldn’t have given birth to the two of you."

"Ah, ah, ah. I'm going crazy. I can't stay in this house any longer."

Tiffany ran upstairs.

Sebastian stood by the fountain and called Yasmine. After a long while, she picked up the phone, "Hello, honey, what’s the matter?"

"Where are you?"

"Having dinner with Lily."

"Why do you eat with Lily all the time? Shouldn't you have dinner with me at this time? You should celebrate with me, right?"

"Oh, Lily insisted that I treat her to a meal. If I refused, I would appear too stingy, right?"

Sebastian sighed, "When will you come back?"

"I'll go back after I finish eating."

"Okay, hurry up."

"Got it."

After being urged by Sebastian, Yasmine quickly wiped her mouth and went to settle the bill, leaving Lily alone in the dining hall.

When she got home, Sebastian was working in the study. She walked in holding many bags in her hands and said proudly, "I'm quite amazing, right? I've spent a lot of your money today."

Sebastian smiled grumpily and said, "It's good to spend money. A woman who knows how to spend money proves that a man can make money. If a man can't make money, how can a woman spend money?"

"Yes, yes, you're great. You're excellent, okay?"

Yasmine opened a box and said, "See what I bought for you."

"Moisturiser, lotion, shaving foam, a facial mask, and another facial mask?"

Sebastian’s eyes widened and asked, "Why did you buy facial masks for me?"

"To put it on your face."

"Are you kidding? Why does a man need to put a mask on his face? It's not manly."

"Who said that a man who puts on a facial mask is not manly? It's to protect your skin and to make you look like you’re not much older than me."

"Am I much older than you?"

In fact, Sebastian was only three years older than Yasmine.

"You’re not much older than me. I just hope that I can show you off when I bring you out."

"Does that mean you can’t show me off?" Sebastian was about to erupt. "Of course not. It's my honour to bring you out now. Of course, it'll be more honorable if your skin is well protected."

"Oh, how come I didn't know, since when did you become so materialistic?"

Yasmine rolled her eyes and said, "Materialistic? I want my husband to be young forever, is there a problem with that?"

"Who wants to be young forever?"

"Oh, I know. You want to grow old with me."

Sebastian snorted angrily when he saw Yasmine’s cunning smile, "Get over yourself. Hurry up and put on the clothes I bought for you and let me have a look."

"Why?"

"Madam Xelia from the Xelia family will have a banquet in two days. She has invited some rich and noble ladies over to her home. At that time, you’ll have to wear a beautiful dress."

"You want me to participate?"

"Yes."

"Why? I don't even know her."

"You don't know her, but she knows you. How can she not know Sebastian Simons's wife?"

"Uh... Can I not go?"

In Yasmine's heart, she did not want to attend such parties. Only rich ladies who always compared with each other joined such parties.

"Of course not. This is a matter of my dignity. If you didn't go, I’d lose my dignity." Sebastian retorted.

"Then, will you go?" Yasmine asked.

"She only invited ladies. I’m not going." He replied casually.

"I'd be afraid if I went alone," she retorted.

"Afraid?" Sebastian raised his eyebrows in disbelief. "You’d be afraid? You watched a horror movie all alone in the middle of the night."

"I was bored that time."

"No, you have to go anyway. You're my wife. You have to attend parties like this in the future."

"Then I don’t want to be Sebastian Simons's wife, okay?"

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