The Seventh Miserable Bride

Chapter 18

Yasmine Taylor came downstairs with a luggage full of things. Sebastian Simons took it from her with a poker face and then walked straight to the Rolls-Royce parked outside. He opened the car boot and tossed in her luggage.

The Taylor couple bid their daughter goodbye with their phony grins. Linda Taylor, who just suffered a severe blow, did not send them off.

It was another episode of 'pleasing' regards. Yasmine could finally escape the two hypocrites as Sebastian started the engine. With Sebastian's help, her trip home concluded well. She let out a long sigh of relief and looked at the man next to her, saying sincerely, "Thank you for what you did today."

Sebastian did not respond. Yasmine felt weird, but she remembered how his eyes were extremely cold when he took her luggage.

"Why are you so quiet?" Yasmine asked.

Without warning, the car screeched to a halt at the side of the road as he slammed the brakes. Sebastian turned to her, still expressionless, and asked, "Why didn't you tell me the truth, when I was choosing a wife?"

Yasmine's heart missed a beat. Her face fell. She asked, “Tell you about what?"

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For a whole minute, Yasmine could not utter anything. The phrase "illegitimate daughter" pierced through her heart mercilessly like a sharp knife. She could feel her heart bleeding.

All these years, she thought she had gotten immune and could not be bothered, it turned out that she still felt hurt.

"Yes, I'm Henry Taylor's daughter, born to a lowly dancer, but I do not think it's something to be shameful about. There are only two kinds of people that will publicly reveal themselves as an illegitimate child whenever they meet anyone.They are either self-abased, or to seek sympathy. I am not any of these. That's why I kept it to myself."

"What kind of person are you then?" Sebastian added. Yasmine did not want to comment further, so she remained silent. He sneered and said, "I'll answer it for you. You are the most self-righteous person in the world."

"Yes, I am. I thought all you needed was a wife to stop you from fooling around and it doesn't matter who she is. Looks like I was wrong." She replied, raising her voice. She would have her own back, regardless.

Fuming, she got out of the car and slammed the door, fighting back tears of anger. Just when she thought everything went well too. She could not stand how Sebastian was looking down on her.

After she took a few steps, she felt someone grabbed her arm,"Get into the car."

The tone of that command added oil to her fire. She shook her hand and retorted, "Even if I have nothing left, I will not give up my dignity."

Yasmine stormed away when a cold voice came from behind. "I can only be patient with women for three minutes. Are you getting into the car or not?"

The meaning behind was obvious. He would not repeat himself more than three times. In fact, he never had such patience with all of his ex-wives.

Yasmine closed her eyes and muttered silently in her heart, "Mom, I'm sorry. Just let me be petulant once."

Seeing that Yasmine was not going to accept his offer, Sebastian turned around and got into the car. He banged the door in a huff, started the engine, and drove away...

When he got home, he walked into the living room with a sour face. Mila Simons, who was happily enjoying tea on the couch saw him. Shocked, she stood up and asked, "Why did you come home alone? Where is your wife?"