The Seventh Miserable Bride

Yasmine was suddenly enlightened. No wonder Sebastian had never touched crabs while she happily enjoyed them at the Simons' dining table. She thought he didn't want to get in contact with whatever she ate, but it was just because he didn't like the food.

After lunch, Yasmine pointed upstairs and said, "I was in a hurry when we got married. There are things here that I haven't sorted out. Let me go and tidy them up first."

Sebastian nodded. As soon as she left, Henry Taylor and Dorothy Ryles began sucking up to him with their tactics, hoping to build rapport and get in his good books. They talked on and on, but Sebastian didn't actually listen to any of their words.

"Mom and Dad, sister asked for both of you. She has something to talk about."

Linda stood at the stairs, smiling at the three people sitting on the couch sweetly.

The couple looked at each other and knew that was their cue to leave. Henry stood up first and said, "Mr. Simon, please excuse us. If you would like to rest, we have a comfortable guest room there. If you wan to..."

"I'll make myself comfortable. You could go ahead with what you have to do."

Sebastian waved his hand. As a business magnate, how could he not tell they were trying to curry favor with him?

After both her parents left, Linda immediately walked up to Sebastian and said warmly, "Sebastian, are you bored staying in the house? Why don't I take you to the backyard garden for a walk." "Okay." Sebastian agreed.

He walked out of the door with vigorous steps. He had an indescribable attractive aura. Linda was obsessed, ogling at him. She had a few exboyfriends, but none of them could compare to him in terms of appearance, let alone their family background.

She had never seen a man as good looking as him, with his height, jaw and features, especially when he smiled. Although one would not describe him as bright as the sun, he was like the dew at dawn, precious and rare, adding perks to his attractiveness.

"Sebastian, are you deeply in love with my sister?"

Linda mustered the courage to ask the question that had been disturbing her.

Sebastian stopped and looked at the rare carrion flower. He calmly changed the topic, "Did this come all the way from South Africa?"

"Yes, I didn't expect that you know a lot about plants as well as being good at business," Linda replied.

"I don't, but I occasionally hear about these things from others."

He continued walking. Linda couldn't stand the tension building inside her anymore. She took a deep breath and finally said, "Actually, I was this close to becoming your wife." "What?" His thick brows furrowed. Sebastian did not get what she meant.

"I was the one who was supposed to go for the blind date. My mom was being considerate to my sister since she lost her mother when she was young. Mom didn't want others to think that she was playing favorites, so she gave the chance to my sister." Linda blubbered at once.

"Both of you are half-sisters?"

"Yeah, my dad had her with some female dancer, an escort, he met when he was younger." Linda acted nonchalantly, but her eyes revealed her disdain.

She intentionally revealed Yasmine's mother's identity. In the older days, a dancer, like a female escort, was a lowly job that regular people despised. Even if Yasmine did not end up as a female escort when she grew up, there was no denying the fact that she was a daughter born to such a lowly status.

As expected, Sebastian's expression suddenly changed, but it did not turn out as she thought. What he said next hurled her down from heaven to hell in an instant.

"How do you know that I would choose you if you came for the blind date?" He glanced at her and said, "Are you that confident in your looks, intelligence or attitude? No matter your arrogance comes from, it means nothing to me. If it was not going to be her, it's does not mean it would have been you."