The Seventh Miserable Bride

Chapter 56

It was not until this moment that Yasmine Taylor finally understood what he meant by being penny wise, pound foolish. She had been made a complete fool by Sebastian Simons.

"Please take me up. I'm begging you, okay?"

A triumphant smirk appeared on Sebastian's face. He nodded and said, "Okay. Actually, I can't bear bullying a stupid landlubber either."

He took her to the handrail of the swimming pool and told her, "I'll go up first. You, don't move."

Yasmine was worried that he might play more tricks, so she squinted her eyes and said, "Don't expect me to be tricked this time."

"Don't you dare to move. Believe it or not, I'll kick you down again."

She must have done evil things in her past eight lives. How could an elegant woman like her meet such a barbaric man?

"All right, hurry up."

She had to be obedient as she was still in the swimming pool.

Sebastian took the towel from the waiter and wiped the water off his body. Then he turned around and went to the locker room to get changed.

As soon as Yasmine saw him leave, she stepped on the ladder and was ready to go up. However, she found that her clothes could be seen through after being soaked in water, and her underwear could almost be seen clearly. So she sank back into the water again and dared not go up rashly.

About ten minutes later, Sebastian came back, neatly dressed, with a coat on his arm. He walked up to Yasmine and stretched out his hand, saying, "Come on up." Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

Yasmine grabbed his hand, exerted strength with her feet, and was pulled up by him. Then with the speed of light, Sebastian wrapped his coat around her.

She looked up in surprise and was confused by his considerate action. From Yasmine's perspective, Sebastian was definitely not a thoughtful person.

"You guys have fun. I'm leaving."

Sebastian waved his hand to several friends and went out of the swimming pool area while holding Yasmine by her shoulder.

Behind him was Jeremy Urs's disgruntled objection. "Hey, Master Sebastian, bros before hoes, right? You've agreed to go to the pub together later..."

As the protest gradually faded, Yasmine and Sebastian came to the VIP suite on the third floor.

Sitting on the sofa, she did not dare to move. The clothes on her body were wet and sticking on her fair skin, even her veins could be seen.

"Put this on first. I'll bring you to buy clothes tomorrow."

Sebastian threw over a white shirt of superior quality, which was soft and smooth.

Yasmine went to the bathroom and took a hot shower. Then, she stood by the mirror, looked at her own body, and felt puzzled by how such a perfect figure was being compared to a shriveled bean. If that man did not know how to admire it, he must have been blind...

She comforted herself.

Sebastian's physique was quite muscular, so his shirt was larger-sized. Yasmine's figure was neither petite nor plump. Instead, she was tall and well-proportioned, so the shirt fitted her well like a loose pajama. It just happened to be able to cover her thighs, and its collar was slightly open, making her look inexplicably charming and sexy.

When she went out, Sebastian was sitting on the sofa watching the European thriller "Dawn of the Dead". This guy was really abnormal. It was either he did not watch TV, or he would watch disgusting and horrific zombie war movies.

"Where can I get something to drink? I'm thirsty."

Sebastian moved his eyes in the direction of the source of the voice and his mind was drifted away. He never knew that a woman could be so sexy wearing a man's shirt. He would rather believe that it was normal to have such a visual perception, than admit that Yasmine's figure was actually really good.

"In the refrigerator, take it yourself."

Yasmine walked over gracefully, took two bottles of tea, and walked back elegantly. "Here you go."

Sebastian stared at her slender and fair legs and looked up to her open collar. His throat trembled unconsciously and he took the drink from her hand. "Thank you."

As expected, men were all animals that thought with the lower body. Even Sebastian, who hated women, was no exception. Usually, he was rude and disrespectful, but when he saw a woman's sexy figure, he became polite all of a sudden.

It was already two o'clock in the morning, but Yasmine was not sleepy at all. Being with someone like Sebastian, even her lifestyle was changed. She had never stayed up late in the past, but now, she had become a night owl.

Holding the tea in her hand, she walked back and forth in the living room, enjoying the scenic spots and historical sites of various countries hung on the wall. Yasmine's favorite place was Paris. It was a dream destination for many.

Although she did not believe in love and did not expect herself to experience romantic love, she occasionally fantasized about being held by her beloved man, walking down the street surrounded by oak trees in the beautiful Paris, and to a place called eternity...

"Can you stop swaying in front of me?"

Sebastian finally could not bear seeing that and made a protest.

Yasmine blinked innocently. "I'm not swaying in front of you. The TV is in that direction. How am I bothering you when I'm standing here?"

He was a little embarrassed. "I like the silence. If you keep walking around like this, how am I supposed to watch the movie in peace?"

"Were you disturbed by my footsteps? Or did my shriveled figure distract you?"

Yasmine asked him calmly after walking over and sitting down beside him.

Sebastian answered with a flicker in his eyes, "Of course it's your footsteps. I don't even bother looking at your dry figure."

"Really?"

She moved closer to him and asked, "Did you really not look at it? Or have you been looking at it for a long time?"

"As a teacher, can't you be more reserved? Swaying in front of a man instead of sleeping at midnight. Who taught you this?"

"Self-taught."

Yasmine grinned brightly, revealing her white teeth, and Sebastian was enchanted again. He got up in annoyance, took out a few bottles of beer from the refrigerator, and drank frustratedly with his head tilted backward.

"Do you know that you're killing yourself slowly?"

Yasmine leaned on the sofa and kindly reminded him.

"What does it have to do with you?"

Sebastian glared at her grumpily and continued drinking.

"Well, it's better to die with you than just staring at you while you commit suicide."

She picked up a bottle of beer and started drinking as well. They drank until they gradually lost consciousness. Neither of them spoke and they were both thinking about their own problems. Yasmine fell into Sebastian's arms and said muddleheadedly, "I'm going to sleep first. Good night..."

Sebastian stared at her beautiful face and his throat felt parched. Due to drunkenness, he lost control of his body and bent down to kiss her. Her moist lips had a hint of sweetness of morning dew, which made him thirst for more after a slight taste.

Yasmine's sunken desire seemed to be awakened. She snorted softly and said, "It's so hot."

Her eyes were still closed tightly, but her body was sober. Every pore of her body had opened to welcome the upcoming joy.

Sebastian's breathing became heavier and heavier. One of his hands had unconsciously reached into her open collar, and the other holding the back of her head to allow him to taste the fragrance of her mouth. The atmosphere was filled with lust that could explode any time, but at the critical moment...

"Bang!" Sebastian was so drunk that he fell to the ground.

When Yasmine woke up early the next morning, she saw this scene: she was on the floor, and Sebastian was lying next to her with one hand underneath her shirt, on her breast. She was stunned for a long time. She did not scream, instead, she woke the person beside her calmly and asked him composedly, "What are you laying your hand on?"

Sebastian was in a daze for a long time and did not respond. When he came to his senses, he withdrew his hand instantly and felt so awkward that he was lost of words.

"What did you do to me last night?"

Yasmine sat up and asked with vigilance.

"Nothing."

In fact, Sebastian remembered vaguely. He recalled that he might have kissed her and wanted to take it further. However, he did not know whether he had gone that far.

"If you did nothing, why was your hand underneath my shirt?"

"Maybe it was just wrongly placed."

Yasmine sneered and said, "Wrongly placed? Out of all places, your hand was wrongly placed on my chest? And you were grabbing my..."

She was too embarrassed to continue.

Sebastian was anxious upon being questioned by her, so he said, "Do you think that I wanted to put it there? You were the one who grabbed my hand and put it in forcefully. I didn't expect that such a dignified woman would be so coquettish after drinking and keep asking me for it. I'm a man. No matter how much I hate women, I would definitely have an instinctive reaction, not to mention the situation last night."

Yasmine did not expect that not only did he not admit what he had done, but he also put the blame on her. He even used such a dirty word to describe her— Coquettish?

It was intolerable. She reached out to hug his neck from the back, sat on him, choked him, and said angrily, "I'll strangle you to death!"

Sebastian shook her off without much effort and said grumpily, "Do you think I've wronged you?"

Then he took out his mobile phone and played a recording. Soon, a gentle and flirty voice came, "Give me, give me, give it to me..."

Yasmine was so ashamed and annoyed that she wanted to hit her head against the wall and pass out instantly. How could she say something like that? It was so embarrassing. She got up and rushed into the bedroom immediately. With a bang, she closed the door and plunged onto the bed...

On the other hand, Sebastian was laughing cunningly. In fact, there was another phrase at the end of the recording, which was cut off by him in time. Now that the stupid woman was no longer there, he pressed the play button again. "Give me, give me the wine."

It turned out that she was fooled again. Yasmine had been intoxicated last night, but she kept on shouting that she wanted to drink more. Sebastian saw that she was heavily drunk, so he refused to give her any more. Instead, he finished up the remaining beer alone.

The reason why he recorded it was to blunt her fortitude. Judging from her reaction just now, his movements seemed to be quite successful.