The Seventh Miserable Bride

Chapter 36

Madam Simons glared at her daughter in embarrassment. "You're not married yet. How can you speak in such an unrestrained manner?"

"Oh, Mother, do you think you're living in the 1970s? Now, even primary school students are dating. Forget it, I don't want to talk to you, there is a generation gap."

Tiffany stood up and said, "Yasmine, let's go together. Otherwise, no one can save you if I leave first."

Yasmine smiled gently and said, "It's all right. You can leave first. Anyway, it's out of the way."

"Then I'll leave now."

"Okay," Yasmine said.

As soon as Tiffany left, her mother-in-law sighed heavily and said, "You should leave, too. Don't be late for work."

Yasmine really did not want to disappoint an elderly, but there were some things that were beyond her capability. "Mom, I understand your feelings, but the matter of giving birth to a child can't be hurried. I think that the most important thing now is to get him out of trauma as soon as possible."

On her way to school, Yasmine repeatedly thought about a problem. Last night, she had warned herself not to let Sebastian fall in love with her, but what was she doing this morning? Why did she tell him that she had claustrophobia? And why did she promise Madam Simons from the bottom of her heart that she would never leave?

When she said those words and made those decisions, did she still remember the initial intention of her marriage?

The day passed quickly. After school, in the afternoon, Yasmine and Lily Adams walked out of the school side by side. Yasmine's head was lowered when Lily suddenly exclaimed, "Wow, that's good progress."

"What?"

Yasmin asked in confusion.

"Look over there," Lily instructed.

Following Lily's line of sight, Yasmine's eyes widened and asked in disbelief, "Is that Sebastian?"

"Yeah, don't you recognize your husband anymore?" Lily teased.

It was not that she did not recognize him. She just found it unbelievable that Sebastian would appear at her school.

Sebastian was wearing a pair of sunglasses and leaned against the car with his arms crossed over his chest. His handsome appearance attracted the attention of many female students.

When he saw them walking over, he reached out to open the car door. Yasmine glanced at him a few times and got in without asking questions.

"Would you like to join us?"

Sebastian asked Lily, but she hurriedly shook her head and said, "No, no. My house is nearby."

She winked at Yasmine purposefully, then left.

After the car engine was started, Yasmine could not stand the heavy atmosphere. She feigned nonchalance and asked, "Did you happen to pass by?"

"Yes."

He responded softly. Even if he came here on purpose, as an arrogant person, he would not be willing to admit that.

So much for her trying to break the silence, his bland response made the atmosphere awkward again.

After a long while, Yasmine spoke again, reminding him, "Are we going in the right direction? It doesn't look like it's the way home."

"Who said that we're going home?"

"Where are we going, then?" she asked nervously.

Sebastian glanced at her indifferently and said grumpily, "What are you afraid of? I won't sell you away."

The mid-summer wind wafted on people's faces like gliding silk, soft and warm.

Yasmine did not expect that Sebastian would take her to a crowded and happening open-air barbecue food court. After getting out of the car, she blinked her eyes in a daze and asked, "What are we here for?"

"Nonsense. To eat, of course."

Sebastian took the lead and walked ahead while Yasmine followed closely behind him. They picked a clean table and sat down casually.

"What would you like to eat?"

The boss, who was wearing a greasy apron, walked over with a smile and handed them a shabby menu.

"You order."

Sebastian pushed the menu to her. It was not easy to keep a gentleman's demeanor in such a place.

Yasmine did not refuse. She simply ordered four dishes, two meat, and two vegetables, and closed the menu. "Thank you, that's all."

"Okay, wait a moment."

As soon as the boss left, she suddenly burst into laughter. Sebastian frowned and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

"I didn't expect that you'll come to such a place for dinner," she explained.

"Is it strange? Not everything in this world is within your expectation," he said.

She shrugged and said, "I just find it unbelievable."

"I figure you think I'm being stingy. Don't you feel uneasy that your rich husband brought you to such a cheap place to eat?"

"No, I don't think so."

Yasmine shook her head and said with a smile, "The fact that our first date at an open-air food court and not any five-star hotel or famous restaurant makes it absolutely unforgettable."

"Correction. This is not a date. We're not there yet," he refuted.

"Then what's this? Why are we sitting here now?" she challenged.

"It's only a meal. Don't tell me that not having an intimate relationship means that we can't eat together. If so, I'll ask you what your relationship with Scott Jules is," he replied.

"Scott and I are friends. So you're treating me as your friend?"

Yasmine asked in a sly tone. This man hated women so much that it is also extremely difficult to be his friend.

"I once swore that I would never be friends with women for the rest of my life. Today, I'll make an exception for you."

Sebastian reached out his hand and said, "Congratulations! From now on, you're my one and only female friend."

"It's so flattering to be the only one. I think I should buy a lottery today. Maybe I will win the grand prize."

Yasmine could not help but smile. In fact, she knew that Sebastian befriended her only because he was grateful that she did not choose to leave him when he was in a mess; he could still keep his pride.

"To celebrate our friendship, we must have a good drink tonight."

She shouted to the busy boss, "Ten bottles of beer, please."

"Isn't that too much?" Sebastian stared at her and asked. He really did not know how good of a drinker this woman was.

"Not at all. A man is not a man if he can't drink ten bottles of beer," she sneered.

Ha. He curled his lips and asked, "This is the first time you've come to such a place, isn't it?"

"What do you think?"

Sebastian looked her up and down. In fact, he rarely looked at her carefully since they got married.

"It should be your first time. Although your family is not a tycoon, it's still considered wealthy. It's worse off than some, better off than many," he analyzed.

"If you think that such a family's daughter won't come to such a place, then you're wrong. I've come here more often than any poor family's daughter."

Yasmine's eyes blurred. In her blurred vision, she saw her seven- year- old self, sweating profusely, washing endless greasy bowls and plates with her mother.

"No way."

Sebastian was in utter disbelief. He was not convinced that Yasmine would come to this place often for dinner. After all, she was the daughter of a rich family.

Yasmine came to her senses and realized that she had lost her composure. She quickly pulled herself together and said casually, "There's nothing strange. A rich man like you can come here. Doesn't it make more sense for the daughter of a merchant to come?"

"Don't compare with me. I'm a man and you're a woman. It's reasonable for me to come here, but not for you," he debated.

The abnormal was only normal for her since Yasmine's life was unusual from the beginning.

"Alright, let's not talk about this anymore. Hurry up and eat. The dishes are turning cold."

Yasmine poured herself a full glass of beer. "Cheers," she said, raising her glass.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

She raised her head and gulped down the beer. Without pause, she poured another glass of beer and gulped it down again. Sebastian was shocked by her actions and asked in a low voice, "Henry Taylor often brings his daughter out to social occasions, doesn't he?"

"No. What's wrong?" she queried.

"How did you manage to get such a high alcohol tolerance?" he asked curiously.

"It's only two glasses of beer. Why talk about tolerance? Haven't you seen a woman who can drink?" she sneered.

Sebastian snorted and said, "Yes, I haven't seen one before."

As time went by, she did not eat much but drank a lot. Most of the time, Yasmine drank alone, and she became a little drunk gradually.

"It's late. Let's go home."

Sebastian raised his right wrist and pointed at the Rolex watch on his wrist.

"Is it late already?" Yasmine looked around and commented, "There is still quite a lot of people." "No matter how late it is, there will always be people at the night stalls. Are you only willing to leave after everyone is gone?"

"Let's have a few more drinks. I'm so happy today as I haven't been here for a long time. Thank you, Sebastian, for bringing me here and arousing some of my unforgettable memories."

Obviously, Yasmine was drunk- talking, but she showed a hint of sadness.

"What an unforgettable memory? Could it be that... you have also been abandoned by a man?" Sebastian asked.

"Hmph, do you think that everyone is as unlucky as you?"

Sebastian's eyes dimmed, and Yasmine suddenly sobered up a little. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. Just pretend that I didn't say anything, and you didn't hear anything."

"It doesn't matter. I'm not as fragile as you think, and —" He glared at her. "I won't argue with a drunkard."

"Who's the drunkard? You're the drunkard."

Yasmine opened the last bottle of beer and narrowed her eyes while pouring beer into the glass. She was swaying and accidentally spilled half of the bottle on the table.

"That's enough. Stop drinking. It's time to go."

Sebastian stopped her but she pushed him with her hands carelessly and said, "Don't rush me. These are all bought with money. We'll leave after finishing everything."

"Are you leaving or not?" He had lost all his patience. Finally, he threatened, "I'll count to three. If you don't leave, don't blame me for being ruthless. You know it. I will leave you here alone."

"No, we're friends now. You won't."

She was challenging his bottom line, wasn't she? Sure. Sebastian stood up and left without hesitation.

He walked out of the noisy place towards his car, parked on a wide road. He fished out his car key from his pocket. But just when he was about to open the car door, he hesitated. Would he really leave the drunk woman in there?

After a short period of hesitation and struggle, he finally had mercy on her. Turning back around, he walked back towards the food court...