Chapter 30


    As the sound of footsteps faded away, Yasmine Taylor heaved a sigh of relief and stretched. At that


    moment, she caught a glimpse of Sebastian Simons'' passport on the bedside table. She hurriedly


    grabbed it and chased after him. Now that she could finally enjoy a few days of peace and quiet, he


    had better not be forced to cancel the trip just because he had forgotten to bring his passport.


    As it was still quite early in the morning, there were only a few servants cleaning up downstairs. As


    Yasmine came downstairs, they nodded respectfully and greeted, "Good morning, Young Madam."


    She acknowledged their greeting swiftly and went straight out of the main door. Unfortunately, the


    car had already left.


    She quickly ran after the car. Waving the passport in her hand, she shouted, "Wait a minute..."


    Sebastian, who had his eyes closed, heard Yasmine''s faint voice. Through the rear mirror, he saw


    her chasing the car and immediately instructed, "Stop the car."


    When the car stopped, he pushed the door open and got out of the car. With his arms folded across


    his chest, he leaned against the car and looked at her as she was trying to catch her breath. Calmly,


    he teased, "You don''t want me to leave?" Yasmine rolled her eyes and stuffed his passport between


    his arms. "I''m only afraid that you won''t be able to leave."


    As soon as she finished speaking, a man suddenly appeared in front of her. He had a well-featured


    face and looked like a gentle and courteous person. He asked with a smile, "Is this your bride?"


    Yasmine nodded suspiciously. "You are... ?"


    "Oh, my name is Fynn Jaymond. I''m Sebastian''s secretary- cum- lover. Nice to meet you," the man


    whom she just met said.


    "Lover?"This text is property of N?/velD/rama.Org.


    Yasmine was shocked. Frozen on the spot, she shifted her gaze toward Sebastian, expecting him to


    deny it. However, to her surprise, he did not deny it. Instead, he casually went back to the car, as if


    nothing had happened.


    "Sister-inw, I''ve been holding my hand out all day," Fynn interrupted, breaking the silence.


    Yasmine reluctantly shook his hand.


    "Well, We should make a move. We''re in a hurry to go to the airport," he exined.


    "Wait," she said.


    Yasmine stopped him and interrogated softly, "What''s the rtionship between you two?"


    Fynn nced at Sebastian and replied quietly, "Truth is, we''re in a homosexual rtionship."


    Refusing to believe him, she walked to the car window, bent down and asked, "Didn''t you say you


    weren''t gay?" Sebastian ignored her question and red at Fynn. "Why don''t you get in the car?"


    Fynn immediately got in and waved his hand. "Don''t worry. I''ll keep Sebastianpany, he won''t be


    lonely..."


    Yasmine felt her scalp tingle. Dust rose from the road as the car drove off, making her sick. In fact,


    she was not sure if it was the dust that was making her sick, or Fynn''s saying that he would not let


    Sebastian feel lonely.


    No wonder Sebastian hated women so much; he liked men. She remembered that he refused to


    admit it when she asked him previously. Now, he did not deny it. There were so many thoughts


    running through her head. What should she do if Sebastian was gay?


    When Yasmine got home listlessly, she found that her little sister-inw had already got up and was


    strolling in the garden. Seeing Yasmine''s sulky face, her sister-inw asked immediately, "What''s


    wrong?"