The Seventh Miserable Bride

Chapter 47

It did not matter if he did not intend to win, but he had better not lose on purpose.

Yasmine Taylor randomly took out a magazine from the shelf, sat down on the sofa in the corner, and read quietly.

In such a noisy environment and in the face of a group of lascivious men and women, she was indeed a unique existence. Perhaps it was her one-of-a-kind temperament that attracted the attention of the men who were already accompanied by beautiful women.

Men were all the same, always thinking that the grass was greener on the other side.

"Master Sebastian, you're a little unlucky tonight..."

"Master Sebastian, you lost again..."

"It seems that Miss Taylor has to stay tonight."

Yasmine did not look away from the magazine, but she could hear everything clearly. She smiled self-mockingly. What a helpless life. Things always went against one's wishes.

She knew very well that Sebastian did not lose on purpose, but he wanted to keep her here so that she could be ruined by these wicked guys.

She took out her mobile phone from her pocket and sent a text message to him, "Do you like the feeling of losing very much?"

"I don't like the feeling of losing, but I am very satisfied when I make you unhappy because of it."

"What's the purpose of deliberately losing? Is it just to embarrass me?"

"Not only to embarrass you, but also to blunt your fortitude, blow your self-esteem, and challenge your bottom line."

What a vicious man! Yasmine glared at him so sharply, wanting dig two holes in him with her eyes.

"Didn't you say sternly that women aren't allowed to make you a cuckold? What's the point of doing this now? Slapping yourself in the face?"

"So for the sake of your innocence and my reputation, you should leave instead of sitting here and awaiting doom."

They sent text messages back and forth, and neither of them were willing to give in.

Taunts did not work on everyone, at least on Yasmine, it was not effective.

She picked up the magazine again and looked at it seriously.

Seeing that she did not send any more text messages, Sebastian took the initiative to send a message to her.

"Perhaps, I've made you too lonely and you secretly hope that you can have such an opportunity to satisfy your desires."

When Yasmine saw this text message, she was so frustrated that her face turned red. This sharp- tongued man always reacted as if he was going to lose a piece of himself if he did not successfully ridicule others. She really hoped that one day his tongue would rot.

"You b*stard! You'd better say something nice!"

she gritted her teeth and replied.

Jeremy Urs saw that Sebastian had been busy sending messages, so he was very dissatisfied and scorned, "Just call if there's anything. How can a man keep texting? So petty."

Marcus immediately agreed. "That's right. Our Master Sebastian didn't use to behave like this in the past. Could it be that he has a secret lover recently and he didn't dare to act recklessly because of Seventh Madam's presence?"

"You two stop teasing. Didn't you see that Seventh Madam looks gloomy?"

Not only Sebastian was a jerk, but his friends were also bastards. She had said that she was not called Seventh Madam but they still kept calling her that.

The gamble ended in a clamour. As expected, Sebastian was the biggest loser.

"Master Sebastian, now the results are out. I don't know if..."

Kaleb Lorris asked curiously. They were still not sure if he was being serious.

"I've always been a man of my word. She'll stay. As for whom she belongs to, you can negotiate it among yourselves. I'm leaving."

Sebastian picked up the coat on the sofa and walked out of the room.

"By the way, settle the bill as well,"

Jeremy shouted at his back. Even after he had lost the bait along with the fish, he still happily made an OK gesture and said, "No problem. Enjoy yourselves."

When he was about to step out of the door, he finally glanced at Yasmine in the corner. However, other than gloating, he had no pity for her at all.

The neon lights outside were shining wildly while he walked to his car dispiritedly. Although he got rid of the person he wanted to dump, his mood was not much better. He felt pain somewhere in his body, as if his old wounds were torn open.

It had been three years. What made him feel the most defeated was not the woman's betrayal, but the woman's unbearable weight in his heart even after so many years.

He opened the car door and sat in. Tired, he pinched his eyes and started the engine to leave, but inadvertently, he saw an unbelievable scene from the rear mirror.

The woman, who had just been abandoned by him, was stepping on the colorful lights and walking toward his car step by step with an indifferent look that he hated the most. Agitated, he got out of the car.

"How did you get out?" he asked.

"I walked out," she replied.

"I'm asking why they would let you out?"

"I told them that they can't bully a friend's wife. That you were deliberately testing if they treated you as a friend, so they let me out."

Ha. Sebastian sneered and was speechless. After a while, he said, "Yasmine, you're really smart!"

It was not easy to get rid of her. Before he could escape, she found him again. One could imagine how annoyed he was. He yelled angrily, "This is the last time I'm warning you, stop following me."

Sebastian did not expect that he could scare the woman in front of him with such a yell. If he could get rid of her so easily, she would not be Yasmine Taylor.

In fact, it was true. As soon as he got into the car, Yasmine sat in right after him.

"Has anyone told you that you're really annoying?"

"Yes, you're telling me now, aren't you?"

"I don't think anyone will really love a woman like you."

"It doesn't matter. I never expect to be loved by someone genuinely."

With a whoosh, the car rushed into the traffic like an unbridled wild horse. What could he say? There was really nothing to say. What could he say to a woman who was not afraid of being hated by others and did not mind that no one loved her?

At 11 o'clock at the night, Mansion House, which was located in the prime area, was in a quiet state. There was no light at all in the spacious villa. Everyone had fallen asleep, and only the street lamps on both sides were still giving off soft lights and embellishing the beauty of the night.

Sebastian parked the car and suddenly turned to the woman beside him and said, "Get out, but after

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me. His tone was very gentle, but it made her shudder. Yasmine was stunned for a moment. The door was closed with a bang. It was then she panicked, realizing that she could not get out. He had locked the car.

An inexplicable fear spread to her heart. She punched the window desperately, but the sound insulation was too effective. No matter how hysterically she screamed, no one outside could hear her.

However, it did not mean that he could not see her. Sebastian clearly saw her panic but he turned a blind eye to her, turned around, and left resolutely...

Yasmine watched Sebastian's figure disappear in front of her eyes, and the feeling of helplessness made her disheartened. Even at this moment he refused to give her a trace of pity.

It was becoming difficult for her to breathe and cold sweat was sliding down her cheeks. Some bad memories flooded her like a dam with a collapsed gate. She was locked in the room and could not do anything. The endless darkness covered her and tore her heart. She cried and screamed desperately, but in the end, she still lost the person she wanted to protect the most.

Sebastian took a shower and lay on the bed. He tossed and turned and could not fall asleep, so he opened the drawer of the bedside table in annoyance, took out a box of sleeping pills, and stuffed a few pills into his mouth.

He had never worried about whether the dosage of sleeping pills would threaten his life because he was so familiar with sleeping pills that they seemed to be his closest friend. In the year when Abigail Tanner left, it was this closest friend who accompanied him nights after nights.

As time went by, he still could not fall asleep. Perhaps he had not been in touch with this friend for a long time so it became a little strange and could not give full play to its efficacy within a short while.

Sebastian closed his eyes tightly and forced himself not to think about anything. "Don't think about Abigail Tanner, don't think about her betrayal, don't think about anything about this woman," he said to himself.

However, when one was awake, it was impossible for one to keep one's head blank. When one did not think about one person, you would think of another, on the premise that the person had a place in your heart.

At this moment, Yasmine's shadow appeared in Sebastian's mind. As much as he did not want to think of Abigail, he also did not want to think of Yasmine. Compared with the hatred for the latter, at least the former was someone he liked.

Was there anything more annoying than this? The person he liked and the person he hated appeared in his mind alternately, and could not be gotten rid of no matter how hard he tried.

After a long, irritating wait, the sleeping pills finally worked. He began losing consciousness and became sleepy. In the end, he fell asleep.

"Don't sympathize with me. I don't need it!"

"Yes, I have sympathy, but I have sympathy for what happened to you, not for you as a person."

As the saying went "your dream reflects what you are preoccupied with", he had been thinking about how to get rid of this woman all night, so he dreamed of quarreling with this woman after that.

"I don't want to be with someone who sympathizes with me after knowing that I was abandoned by a woman."

"Perhaps you feel that you're abnormal, but I'm no better than you. I'm suffering from acute claustrophobia."

Claustrophobia? Claustrophobia!

Sebastian was awakened from his dream, shocked. How could he forget that the woman had claustrophobia? Damn it!

He jumped off his bed in annoyance and rushed out of the room even before wearing his coat...Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

On a white cloud fluttering in the wind, countless elves were surrounding her. There was no cool here, only warmth. Perhaps this was the legendary and dreamy heaven. If that was the case, was her mother here?

Yasmine thought that she was dead. It was not until she heard a strange call from far away that she opened her weak eyes and saw a ruthless face. Only then, she realized that she was just on the verge of death and did not really die.

That's right. How could Yasmine's life be defeated so easily?