The Seventh Miserable Bride

All Yasmine Taylor could do was to stand still and dutifully wait for his instructions.

On the other side of the room, Sebastian Simons was just casually lying on his bed.

"You are the first woman that I chose for myself, and it is likely that my family will come and check on us, so you have to stay here in the room." "Stay in this room? Standing like this?" Yasmine gave him a puzzled look.

How on earth does his mind work? she muttered under her breath,

How could a newlywed couple get along with each other like this?

"Sebastian, you should at least let me sit, shouldn't you?" Yasmine pointed at the sofa and asked carefully, "May I sit there?"

Seeing as Sebastian did not object, she turned around and walked to the sofa.

But as soon as she took a step, she felt her waist snatched swiftly by an arm, hugging her into an embrace, and her vision spun crazily at once.

As her vision recovered, she was lying on the bed with Sebastian pressing on her body.

This guy's handsome face was just two inches away from hers, so close that they could feel each other's breath. blood

"What, what are you doing?" Yasmine's rushed to her face, flushing.

"I said, my family might be coming over to check," Sebastian answered brazenly.

Yasmine said angrily in a low voice, "We could just sit even if they are coming over. What do you mean by doing this? You just said that you don't like women, but now you take the opportunity to... Sebastian, aren't you eating your own words?"

"Look there." He whispered in her ear, arms still tight around her.

Sebastian motioned slightly to their right.

Yasmine followed his gaze and found that the door, which was originally closed, was slightly opened, with pairs of eyes peeping in...

"Is this the so-called inspection?"

It was not to do headcounts, but to check if they had any intimacy?

For some reason, she felt as if she had been caught having an affair. Yasmine felt so embarrassed and she wanted to hide.

However, the handsome face in front of her approached even nearer. Before she could react, Sebastian's cold lips met hers, kissing her softly.

This was her first kiss...

Her so-called "husband" had no feelings at all. He was doing this purely for the purpose of a show.

Yasmine's eyes were wide open. Her calm and collected demeanor, which she had always took pride in, completely disappeared. If she could, she wished to be loved and have a normal romantic marriage as well, like other girls.

Luckily, the peeping outside their door stopped, and the door closed lightly. Sebastian let go of her and got up. "The show is over, you can go now." As if nothing had happened.

"...Have you been doing this all this while?" Unconsciously, Yasmine covered her cheeks with her hands and asked.

"You are the first woman I chose for myself," Sebastian said coldly, "Please don't make me repeat myself for the third time."

"..." Yasmine gave a wry smile and said, "Well, then I'm honored."

"Well, the thing is you volunteered for this." Sebastian retorted, mocking her sentence.

"..." Yasmine was left speechless.

The conversation was stopped short.

She smoothed out her crumpled nightgown and walked towards her room.

Halfway there, she turned back and reminded him, "Well... looks like I touched your bed."

"It doesn't matter. I'll have it thrown out tomorrow," said Sebastian, dismissively.

If he had to throw it away, it would mean...

he truly felt so disgusted by her?

Yasmine was not a person who cracked jokes. But when she heard this, she asked, "You can throw the bed away. What about your lips? I think I've touched it too." Instantly, Sebastian's expression darkened. "Then should I throw you away too?" he threatened.

"Well, if you can that'll be great!"

Yasmine faked a cheery tone, just to have the last say, and dashed into her room before Sebastian could do anything dangerous.

She had been both physically and mentally drained over the past two days, but as she tossed and turned she still was wide awake.

It was not her own bed. She did not feel safe on an unfamiliar bed.

Yasmine got up from the bed and wanted to take a shower, but she was afraid that it might disturb Sebastian so she had to wait until dawn.

As a newly-wed daughter in law, she had to serve her in-law's tea and breakfast the next morning as per the Simons family customs. Early in the morning, Yasmine prepared the food with the servants and served them to her new parents-in-law.

"Dad, please have some tea."