The Seventh Miserable Bride

Chapter 101

Scott was surprised. "You can tell?"

"It’s so obvious." His mother replied.

"Then, what do you want?" Scott retorted.

"If you like her, I will..." She continued.

"Come on, she already has a husband. She loves him!”

"So what if she has a husband? Didn't I also have a husband back then, and am single now?"

Scott’s eyes widened. "Are you proud of that?"

Claudine shook her head in embarrassment. “That isn’t what I meant. What I’m trying to say is that, it’s alright if she’s married now, just wait until she's divorced!"

"You treat everyone as if they were you and dad. Casually getting married and then casually getting divorced."

"Didn’t she only get married not long ago? She doesn’t have a child yet, right?"

"No."

"That’s great. If you work harder, and with a bit of my help, there’s still hope.”

"Please don't do that. I appreciate it but please don’t even think about doing such wicked things."

Ring, ring...

Yasmine’s phone, which was on the table, rang. Claudine picked it up and took a look. Suddenly, her face dimmed.

"Who is it?"

Scott probed. When he saw that the call was from Yasmine’s husband, Sebastian Simons, he asked his mother, “What’s wrong?"

"Could this Sebastian be Titus Simons' son?"

"Yes."

Claudine's face became even gloomier. "So, Yasmine is the daughter-in-law of Titus Simons and Mila Zordon?

"Yes."

Claudine dropped Yasmine’s phone onto the floor. Scott hurriedly asked: “Mom! What’s the matter?"

"Scott, listen. I promise you, I’ II make Yasmine yours."

"Didn't I tell you that I don’t want your help? Why are you still bringing this up?"

Scott was quite unhappy. Although he liked Yasmine and wanted to have her, he did not want to use unethical tricks to obtain her love.

"It’s not for you, it’s for me."

"For you? What for?"

Scott raised his eyebrows.

Then came the sound of footsteps approaching. Yasmine came out of the bathroom and looked at the clock on the wall. "Auntie, it’s getting late, I need to go now."

Scott mother's face had returned to normal. "Okay, Scott will send you back."

"It’s okay, I can take a taxi back."

"He'll walk you to the door."

Claudine poked her son. Scott stood up and said, "Let’s go, I'll send you out of Peaceful Bay Resort. We’ll go our separate ways from there."

Yasmine was relieved. If Scott took her home, Sebastian would see it and all hell would break loose.

The two walked out side by side. It was already dark outside. A long boulevard led to the exit. White poplar trees were planted on both sides of the path. A gust of wind rose, rustling the tree branches.

"Looks like it’s going to rain tonight."

Scott looked up at the sky and broke the silence.

"Yes, I saw the weather forecast in the morning. It also said that it would rain."

"Unbelievable. My mum had barely been in the country for ten days and she had already met the person I like."

Yasmine was a little embarrassed. "Don’t say that. I..."

"I know you're married. You have the right to choose whom you like. Similarly, you can't control whom I like.”

She sighed. How could this be called fate? It was just bad luck.

"Are your parents... divorced?"

Yasmine asked carefully, not wanting to hurt Scott's feelings. NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

"Yes."

"I'm sorry, I didn’t know. I remember saying to you, that it must be so cool to have a dad who works as a minister."

Scott waved his hand dismissively and smiled. "It doesn't matter. My parents divorced a long time ago but not many people know about it. Besides, it’s no big deal."

"How long have they been divorced?"

"Since I was eight years old."

There was an indifferent smile on his face, but she saw a faint sadness in his eyes. "After they divorced, my mom went to France alone and I lived with my dad ever since.”

"Don't you hate her?"

"Hate?" He raised his eyebrows in self- mockery. "What's the point of hate? We’ll never understand how people express their love. Even if they are family."

Yasmine glanced at Scott with a solemn look on her face. She finally understood that she was not the only one with hardships. Everyone had their own scars, only sometimes, others could not see.

Sebastian glanced impatiently at his watch. He knew that her car had been sent for maintenance today. He finished his job earlier so he could pick her up after her dinner. He called her once but she did not pick up her phone. So Sebastian decided to give her a little surprise.

Just then, he looked up and immediately froze. Just a hundred meters ahead, Yasmine was talking to the man that he hated the most.

A gust of wind blew. Scott quickly took off his coat and placed it over Yasmine’ s shoulder considerately.

Yasmine refused. "No, I'm not feeling cold."

"Wear it."

Scott held the coat to prevent her from taking it off. He said with a burning look in his eyes, "Don't feel guilty. It's only my unrequited feelings. You can refuse my feelings, but you can't refuse my coat."

Ring ring...

Yasmine’s phone rang again, breaking the awkward atmosphere. She looked at the number and answered, "Hello? Honey."

"Have you finished dinner?"

"Yes, I'm done."

"When are you going home?"

"I'm going back right now."

"Is there anyone to send you back? Do you want me to pick you up?"

"Don't bother. I'll just take a taxi."

"Oh, okay."

Sebastian paused for a moment and asked, "Did you have dinner with Auntie Tucker? Did you see her son?

Yasmine was stunned and did not know what to say. In order to avoid Sebastian from being jealous, she replied casually, “No.” She did not mean to lie. She just figured that from then on, she would not be interacting with Claudine anymore.

She had to consider Sebastian’s feelings.

"Hello? Honey? Why aren’t you talking?"

Yasmine asked when he fell silent. Suddenly, she heard a familiar car horn, then a dazzling light shone in her direction. Yasmine lifted her head and looked ahead. When she realized who the driver was, her face went pale.