The Seventh Miserable Bride

As the sound of footsteps faded away, Yasmine Taylor heaved a sigh of relief and stretched. At that moment, she caught a glimpse of Sebastian Simons' passport on the bedside table. She hurriedly grabbed it and chased after him. Now that she could finally enjoy a few days of peace and quiet, he had better not be forced to cancel the trip just because he had forgotten to bring his passport.

As it was still quite early in the morning, there were only a few servants cleaning up downstairs. As Yasmine came downstairs, they nodded respectfully and greeted, "Good morning, Young Madam." She acknowledged their greeting swiftly and went straight out of the main door. Unfortunately, the car had already left.

She quickly ran after the car. Waving the passport in her hand, she shouted, "Wait a minute..."

Sebastian, who had his eyes closed, heard Yasmine's faint voice. Through the rear mirror, he saw her chasing the car and immediately instructed, "Stop the car."

When the car stopped, he pushed the door open and got out of the car. With his arms folded across his chest, he leaned against the car and looked at her as she was trying to catch her breath. Calmly, he teased, "You don't want me to leave?" Yasmine rolled her eyes and stuffed his passport between his arms. "I'm only afraid that you won't be able to leave."

As soon as she finished speaking, a man suddenly appeared in front of her. He had a well-featured face and looked like a gentle and courteous person. He asked with a smile, "Is this your bride?" Yasmine nodded suspiciously. "You are... ?"

"Oh, my name is Fynn Jaymond. I'm Sebastian's secretary- cum- lover. Nice to meet you," the man whom she just met said.

"Lover?"

Yasmine was shocked. Frozen on the spot, she shifted her gaze toward Sebastian, expecting him to deny it. However, to her surprise, he did not deny it. Instead, he casually went back to the car, as if nothing had happened.

"Sister-in-law, I've been holding my hand out all day," Fynn interrupted, breaking the silence.

Yasmine reluctantly shook his hand.

"Well, We should make a move. We're in a hurry to go to the airport," he explained. "Wait," she said.

Yasmine stopped him and interrogated softly, "What's the relationship between you two?"

Fynn glanced at Sebastian and replied quietly, "Truth is, we're in a homosexual relationship."

Refusing to believe him, she walked to the car window, bent down and asked, "Didn't you say you weren't gay?" Sebastian ignored her question and glared at Fynn. "Why don't you get in the car?" Fynn immediately got in and waved his hand. "Don't worry. I'll keep Sebastian company, he won't be lonely..."

Yasmine felt her scalp tingle. Dust rose from the road as the car drove off, making her sick. In fact, she was not sure if it was the dust that was making her sick, or Fynn's saying that he would not let Sebastian feel lonely.

No wonder Sebastian hated women so much; he liked men. She remembered that he refused to admit it when she asked him previously. Now, he did not deny it. There were so many thoughts running through her head. What should she do if Sebastian was gay?

When Yasmine got home listlessly, she found that her little sister-in-law had already got up and was strolling in the garden. Seeing Yasmine's sulky face, her sister-in-law asked immediately, "What's wrong?"