The Seventh Miserable Bride

Chapter 156

Yasmine Taylor turned around and stared at Scott Jules. Guilt filled her heart, but she couldn't utter a single word.

"For me, your happiness is the only reason I live."

The two of them looked at each other for a long time. Finally, Yasmine left silently. She had always been aware of Scott's feelings for her. It was a pity that she did not feel the same way for him.

There were not many guests in the wedding hall. Perhaps Scott had a similar thought as Sebastian did when they held their wedding a year ago. He did not want too many people attending a wedding ceremony that was not born out of love.

Yasmine found Sebastian drinking red wine alone in the hall.

"What are you thinking about?"

She reached out and patted him on the shoulder. His eyes flickered as he shook his head. "Nothing."

"Aren't you curious about where I was just now?"

"You must've gone to see the bride."

Yasmine smiled and said, "How smart."

She poured herself a glass of red wine and clinked it against Sebastian's glass. Then, she took a small sip. The wedding had officially begun. Yasmine saw Lily Adams holding the groom's arm and trying hard to smile happily. She said to Sebastian emotionally, "When I look at Lily today, it felt as though I was looking at the girl I was a year ago. She is trying to put up a happy front despite all the negative feelings in her heart."

Sebastian glanced at her and said, "I'm sure Scott feels the same way too. He's obviously not happy, but he's pretending to be happy."

Before Yasmine could react, Sebastian continued, "Did he tell you the reason why he married Lily?"

Only then did she realize what was going on. She blinked her eyes blankly and said, "Did you see us talking just now?"

"Yes."

Sebastian looked down and took a sip of red wine. His expression was unnatural. "I saw you two staring at each other for a long time."

Yasmine giggled and asked incredulously, "Are you jealous?"

"What? Jealous? Why should I be?"

"That's why I asked. Why would you be? Jealousy is for those who could not be together. We are not like that, are we?

Sebastian was stunned for a moment and he suddenly grinned.

It was the first night of their marriage. Lily sat on the sofa in Scott's apartment, trembling. Yes, she was afraid. In fact, she was petrified. She didn't know how to adapt to this new and strange environment.

She had placed her suitcase next to her feet. There weren't much of her belongings in it. Most of her things were left in her house because she did not know how long this loveless marriage would last. Therefore, she didn't want to move everything she had, so that she could save all the trouble in the future.

"The bedroom is over there. Just hang your clothes in it."

Scott took a bottle of red wine and sat opposite to her. With a calm expression, he poured a glass of wine and drank it.

After he finished his wine, Lily was still sitting where she was. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "What's wrong?"

Lily shook her head in a hurry. "Nothing, I'm just not used to it."

"Then get used to it as soon as possible. From now on, you have to get used to being a married person."

When she heard him, Lily plucked up the courage to carry her suitcase into the bedroom. The spacious and clean bedroom was filled with his masculine aura. When she saw his bed in the middle of the bedroom, her heart suddenly beat like crazy. She had some hopes for her wedding night, although she knew that it was impossible.

After tidying up, she walked out of the bedroom and stood in front of Scott. She asked in embarrassment, "How long are you going to drink? Aren't you going to rest?"

Scott looked up at her and he seemed to be drunk. He waved his hand and said, "Come and drink with Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

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Lily was a little hesitant, but she still walked towards him and sat down. She took his wine and took a sip of it. She was not good at drinking, hence she felt a little dizzy after drinking a glass of it. She

looked at Scott, dazed, and suddenly, with the courage and bravery after drinking the alcohol, she stretched out a hand to grab his neck and took the initiative to kiss his lips.

Scott widened his eyes in shock and shook her off the next second.

Lily was thrown onto the ground mercilessly. Her heart ached. She bit her lips, silently got up, and went into the bedroom.

She didn't say anything. Scott wouldn't know how much that had hurt her self-esteem. For a long time, she didn't even dare to say the words "I like you". Only she knew how much courage it took to take the initiative and kiss the man she liked.

She sat at the edge of the bed like a fool. After a long time, the bedroom door was suddenly pushed open and Scott rushed in.

Before she could react, he pushed her onto the bed. Then, he started to kiss her. It was not very gentle, and it started becoming rougher and rougher.

He kissed her neck, her chin, her cheek, her forehead, but not her lips.

Lily knew that only those who loved each other would kiss each other on their lips, and her relationship with Scott was far from that.

"You are drunk."

She reached out to push him away, but he stopped her. "I'm not drunk. Stop talking. This is our wedding night." If he knew that it was their wedding night, why did the words he uttered sound so unhappy and miserable?

Scott began to take off Lily's clothes. Lily struggled hard, but eventually, she stopped struggling. She slowly closed her eyes and accepted the reality. Yes, this was their wedding night. It didn't

matter whether she would feel wronged or not, she still had to do it.

She slowly opened her eyes and saw that the man's forehead was dripping with sweat. His body was red and bright from the excitement. However, there was no love in his eyes. There was only a kind of coldness, as if he was just fulfilling his duty.

Lily closed her eyes again, and she didn't dare to open them anymore.

At least this way, she could only feel the pleasure in her body instead of the pain in her heart.

It was their wedding night and they did not hold back. They consummated their marriage as husband and wife.

Even though the most important thing was missing.

After attending the wedding banquet, Yasmine and Sebastian did not go home right away. Instead, they went to Mount Emperor. On the 15th of every month, there would be a fireworks display on Mount Emperor. They watched the performance until 10 o'clock at night before they left the mountain.

The car suddenly stopped halfway. Yasmine asked in surprise, "What's wrong?"

"Looks like the engine is busted. I'll go down and have a look." Sebastian got out of the car to take a look while Yasmine stayed in the car. After a while, he knocked on her window and said, ''Come out. It looks like we're going to have to walk back."

After getting out of the car, Yasmine said dejectedly, "No way. We just walked all the way down from the top of the mountain. If I walk back, I will die of exhaustion."

"As long as I'm here, you will not die of exhaustion."

Sebastian smiled dotingly and closed the trunk. Then, he squatted down and said, "Get up."

Yasmine looked at him in a daze. "Are you going to carry me?"

"Why else would I be squatting down then?"

She scratched her head and said, "Forget it. You must be tired too."

"Come on up. I'm a man. It's okay for me to be tired."

Sebastian grabbed her arm and pulled her onto his back. He shouted, "I'm piggybacking my wife. Let's go!"

Yasmine giggled on his back because he just called himself a pig.

Sebastian carried Yasmine all the way home. Halfway there, she proposed to hail for a taxi, but he refused. When they arrived at the gate of Mansion House, Yasmine said, "Put me down now. We're home. It would be embarrassing if your parents see us."

"It doesn't matter. They should be asleep by now anyway." "Aren't you tired? Or are you addicted to carrying me?"

Sebastian shook his head and said, "I'm not tired at all. I'm going to carry you just like this for the rest of my life."

Yasmine's heart was filled with warmth. She then wrapped her arms around Sebastian's neck. He rolled his eyes and said, "Oh, you're choking me! I can't breathe! Are you trying to murder your husband?"

"Who's murdering you? You were getting a bit wobbly. I'm just afraid that you'll throw me off."

She pinched him and they walked into the living room, laughing and joking.

Titus Simons had been following them in his car. He had arrived home late that night and had accidentally saw his son and daughter- in- law together.

Sitting in the car, his face was unusually solemn. A grim thought had crept into his mind.

The next afternoon, Yasmine received a phone call from her father-in-law, inviting her to meet him at the tea house in Odish Street.

Yasmine was very confused. She did not understand why her father-in-law would suddenly invite her to meet outside. However, she arrived for the appointment on time.

Sitting in the corner of the teahouse, she asked doubtfully, "Dad, why are we meeting out here? Is there something I could help you with?"

Titus sighed and said, "Yasmine, don't be nervous. What happened to Abigail three years ago will never happen to you."

He was trying to tell her that that he wasn't planning on chasing her away.

"Ah, I see. May I know what is this about then?"

She felt a faint uneasiness in her heart.

"It's about you and Sebastian having a child together."

Yasmine's hand shook, and the teacup in her hand fell to the ground. With a loud sound, the cup shattered to pieces.

"Calm down. Listen to me. I know that you are a good girl. Your mother- in- law and I like you very much, and I don't think I need to say much about how my son feels for you. But continuing the bloodline is really important to a family like ours."

Yasmine's heart was in a tumult, but she tried to keep herself calm. "Dad, what are you trying to say?"

"Perhaps, instead of asking me that, you could tell me what your thoughts are first."

"Sebastian... Sebastian and I..."

As she was about to say that they had decided to adopt a child, Titus interrupted her and said, "If you are going to say that you two have decided to adopt a child, then let me just make this clear to you, I will never agree to it."

Yasmine's heart suddenly sank. She asked in a trembling voice, "Why?"

"Because I don't want my father's hundred-year-old business to fall into the hands of an outsider. I want a child who has the blood of the Simons family. Yasmine, do you understand? I want a real bloodline from the Simons family."

Her father- in- law's words struck Yasmine's ears. Every word was heart- wrenching, and her tears rushed out of her eyes. "So, Dad, do you want me to leave?"

"No, I said from the beginning that what happened to Abigail will never happen to you. I just..."

Titus could not bear to say it.

Yasmine sniffed and said, "It doesn't matter. Dad, just say it."

"I just want you to accept it if Sebastian has a child out of wedlock. You can raise this child as your own in the future. We will not tell anyone that the child is not yours, and your status in our family will not change."

She had overheard those words from her parents-in-law's bedroom that night. She thought that this day would not come so soon. However, this day had arrived sooner than she had expected.

She could not escape in the face of the cruel reality. Yasmine knew in her heart that she had to face the reality and make a decision.