The Seventh Miserable Bride

Chapter 16

Linda Taylor angrily went to look for Dorothy Ryles, and got into a hysterical fit, "Are you even my biological mother?"

Dorothy got so shocked by her question. She quickly covered Linda's mouth in case Sebastian Simons would hear her. She frowned and reprimanded, "What's wrong with you? If I wasn't your biological mother, who else am I? Your stepmother?"

"I don't think so. If you did not butt in when dad wanted me to marry the Simons, how would that woman get a chance to show off to me now?"

Linda's anger started piling up like bricks. She was stamping her feet. "Now that she's put in a better place, she's on her high horse and even had the audacity to humiliate me!"

"What? Yasmine humiliated you? How?"

Dorothy had her hands on her hips now, exposing her ferocious character.

"She said that Sebastian wouldn't even look at someone like me!!" Linda complained while sobbing.

"How dare that dirty woman go above me, thinking that she 's something, with some average looks. Humph, let's see how would I treat her when she gets divorced." Dorothy was seething.

"What are you even talking about? Sebastian is so nice to her. Can't you see that? She is much better than her mother. You gave my happiness to her. This is your fault! I hate your guts!"

Linda shrieked at her mother with all her might one last time. She turned around and ran away, crying.

Dorothy stood rooted for a while. She got so depressed seeing how well Sebastian was treating Yasmine Taylor. Let alone the fact that her precious daughter had fallen for Sebastian. She initially

thought Yasmine would suffer by marrying to Sebastian, but she failed. Now, Yasmine had revived like a phoenix from the flames, living her sweet life!

Things could not get more depressing than this. Dorothy started hating herself too.

Yet, she could only keep all these within her for now. Sebastian was someone they could never mess with. If the Taylors built a rapport with the Simons, they would have a booming business in times to come.

The lunch was ready. Sebastian was seated at the VIP seat. Yasmine sat next to him and opposite her, sat Linda. The servants quickly served delicious, mouth-watering dishes prepared to the finest. Henry Taylor got out two bottles of his most treasured liquors and chuckled, "Sebastian, you can't leave without getting drunk today!."

Sebastian had good alcohol tolerance. He did not even wince when drinking continuous shots. He was evidently still conscious, and served Yasmine some food, saying, "You like this the most. Eat more."

Yasmine's eyes flashed a trace of surprise. She stared at the crab claw Sebastian gave her. "How did he know I liked crabs?" Yasmine thought, in a daze.

Obviously, they hadn't gotten close enough to know each other's preferences. Moreover, Sebastian did not seem like he would pay attention to what women liked...

She was still confused, while Sebastian continued to drink. When she came back to senses, she realized Sebastian was almost half-drunk,

"That's enough for today. You have to drive me home later, remember?" Yasmine gave him a gentle nudge.

Like all loving couples, she snatched Sebastian's wine glass away and went to get him a glass of water.

When she sat down again, she could felt his glare directing at her across the table. That glare alone could chop her into a thousand pieces.

As she continued eating, another piece of crab appeared. Yasmine got more incredulous. Did Sebastian have split- personalities? He was like a completely different person today, acting nice one moment but nasty the next. Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

Sebastian saw through her, leaned forward, and whispered into her ear, "Stop wondering how did I know what you like to eat. Whatever you like is what I hate. As simple as that."

His words implied that the sole reason he remembered, was all because he hated it.