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."


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    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 hees 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 rified.


    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.


    "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 red 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 ces


    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 usuallymunicate 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.


    M Simons exined, "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.