The Seventh Miserable Bride

Chapter 20

Yasmine Taylor came to Lily Adams' house. Lily saw her familiar guest with her luggage and asked, "What's going on? Did you get kicked out a week after marriage?"

"No."

She shook her head and dragged her luggage into her house.

Lily was not only her course mate at university but also her best friend. After they graduated, they both went to high school B together as teachers. Needless to say, they were very close to each other.

"What's wrong?"

Yasmine was tired. She wearily smiled and said, "It's nothing. Not a big deal. Just leave me alone for a while."

Lily sighed and sat beside her. "I can understand you even if you keep it to yourself. How would life go well, being married to a man who frequently gets divorced?."

"It's not as bad as you think," Yasmin replied.

"Stop denying. If things weren't bad, why would you be in my house now? I can't imagine how much Scott would suffer if he knows about your marriage after he comes back." Lily said.

"Why do you have to bring him up again? I have nothing to do with him. Others might misunderstand but you should know things well." Yasmin clarified.

Scott Jules was the youngest and most capable principal at B high school. All thanks to his handsome look, most of the female teachers in school fancied over him. However, he only had eyes

for Yasmine. Ever since he first saw her in the school, his heart only had space for her regardless of how others had constantly shown affection towards him. This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

"I just want to remind you that if you really can't tolerate him, you can just get a divorce. Considering Scott is head over heels for you, he won't mind your short-lived marriage." Lily said

Yasmine glared at her and said huffily, "If that's the case, I'm afraid the first person on earth to die of grief over this would be you."

Since they were such good friends, how could they not understand each other?

Sebastian Simons drove his car along the way back thrice and did not find Yasmine. While he was being irritated, he saw a business card left in a corner of his car. It was Henry Taylor's. He slipped it through the window for him this afternoon when they left.

He dialed the number on the card. When the call was picked up, he asked, "Is Yasmine home?"

Hearing that it was Sebastian's voice, Henry was too excited to speak coherently. "N- no, what's wrong?"

"Oh, not a big deal. There's just a little quarrel. Does she have any good friends or any other places that she could possibly go to?" Sebastian asked.

There was a pause like Henry was trying very hard to recall, but his answer was not satisfactory. "Well... I don't really know. She doesn't usually communicate with us, and we don't ask much about her, so..."

Sebastian dropped the call immediately and snorted in sarcasm. This woman must be a total outcast at home. If not, she wouldn't be asking me to act with her, he thought.

He let the window down and a cold breeze blew towards him. He suddenly realized the situation he put himself into, was a little ridiculous. What was he doing? Why was he looking for a woman who didn't want to go home with him? It's not something he would do, nor was it what he should do. He started the engine and ended the foolery.

When he got home, the atmosphere seemed good. He asked uncertainly, "Is that woman home?"

"Yes, Yasmine is back!"

Tiffany Simons replied cheerily.

"Why didn't anyone inform me? Don't you know that I went out to look for her?"

His angry questioning made him look more like a fool.

Mila Simons explained, "You're the one who lost her. If I don't teach you a lesson now, you won't remember it forever."

"So in your opinion, after this, I will do whatever she wants?" His irritation rose by the minute.

"At least you won't leave her alone by the roadside in the future!"

Tiffany asserted. "Okay, let's wait and see." he spat spitefully,

Sebastian turned around and went upstairs. No one had better dare provoke him at this moment. He looked like he was about to kill someone.

No woman on earth had ever tortured him like this. No woman had the audacity to step on him like he was some doormat —"Yasmine Taylor, you are so dead!" He thought angrily.