Chapter 33


    One day passed in the blink of an eye. The sky was red at sunset. Scott Jules leaned against the


    car, waiting for Yasmine Taylor toe out of the office.


    It had been half an hour since school was over, but Yasmine still had not left as she wanted to go


    out only after all the students left. Things are no longer the same now. She was already a married


    woman, and her every move could ruin her reputation.


    Scott was an extremely patient man. He understood her concerns, so he did not go in to rush her.


    When she finally came out, he immediately teased, "I guess you dare not stand me up because I''m


    willing to wait for you forever."


    Yasmine smiled euphemistically and got into his car.


    Scott then got in the car after her. Seeing that she was absent- minded, he reached out his hand,


    wanting to help her fasten her seat belt, but she stopped him and said, "Thank you, but, I can do it


    by myself."


    He was disappointed for a moment, but soonposed himself and asked, "Where are we going to


    eat?"


    "It''s up to you. Today, I''m the host and you''re the guest," she replied.


    "What a rare opportunity. I must consider properly," he said. Scott frowned, looking very serious.


    "Let''s go to Radley Restaurant," he suggested.


    Yasmine looked at him in surprise and said softly, "That''s the ce that I like..."


    "It doesn''t matter. I like it, too," he confirmed.


    She didn''t say anything after that, but she knew in her heart that he liked it only because it was what


    she liked.


    Radley Restaurant was located on the quiet West Road. The lights, tableware, tables and chairs in


    the restaurant were all blue, making people feel as though they were at the beach of the Aegean


    Sea. With the romantic and beautiful interior design, and the plethora of Western food, the


    restaurant gave out a Mediterranean vibe.


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    When the two of them found a table near the window and sat down, a waiter brought them the


    menu. Yasmine handed it to Scott and ordered, "Take a look."


    Scott did not refuse. He took it and looked through it carefully. Yasmine thought in her heart, "He''d


    better not order anything that I like to eat this time."


    Eventually, he ordered what she liked. She could not help but asked quizzically, "How did you


    know?"


    "Know what?" Scott looked up.


    "Things that I like," she exined.


    "What do you think?" he asked, smiling.


    "Did Lily tell you?" she questioned.


    "Yes," he admitted. Yasmine touched her forehead and sighed. She should have known. No one


    dared to betray her except Lily Adams, although Lily did not do it willingly.


    She shifted her gaze to look outside the window. Inadvertently, she saw a familiar- looking car. Her


    heart thumped and she asked the man in front of her uncertainly, "Is that a Rolls-Royce?"


    Scott followed her line of sight and answered with certainty, "Yes."


    Her heart trembled again. "It can''t be such a coincidence that Sebastian is nearby...


    No, no, absolutely not. He''s not the only one in the world who drives a Rolls- Royce," she thought to


    herself.


    Yasmine denied it again and again in her mind but to no avail. First, she saw the familiar-looking


    car, then a familiar figure. Sebastian was walking toward the restaurant with a man. What''s more,


    they were walking in her direction.


    There was no time to hide, so she lowered her head in panic and prayed that he would not see her.


    But it was toote, Sebastian had already seen her from the moment he entered the door.


    Even with her head lowered, she could feel him approaching. Yasmine felt like dying on the spot as


    she knew better than anyone how angry Sebastian would be when he saw her with Scott.


    She was lucky that when she was caught sleeping in his roomst night, he did not pursue the


    matter further. However, it would not be the case every single time. Yasmine never regarded herself


    as a lucky person.


    Most of the time, she was unlucky. Just like today, this very moment.


    A pair of shiny leather shoes stopped beside her and Scott. Yasmine knew that she could not avoid


    what wasing. She slowly raised her head and looked into Sebastian''s cold eyes. She wanted to


    say something, but her throat was so dry that she could not speak. Moreover, at this time, any


    words were a kind of sophistry.


    She was mentally prepared for whatever was toe. Time went by so slowly, one minute felt like


    a year. Sebastian paused for a few seconds. Just as she thought he would be furious, he walked


    away silently without saying a word.


    His unusual behavior made Yasmine extremely uneasy. Although she had just married this man,


    she had a good understanding of his temperament. He was not the kind of person who could ept


    people lying to him.


    Sebastian sat in the row behind her and turned around stiffly. As they exchanged nces, Yasmine


    felt indescribably ufortable. She was experiencing mixed emotions.


    Although he did not say anything, the look in his eyes was more intimidating than anger. Yasmine


    had no mood to stay there for dinner. She apologized and said to Scott, "Shall we go somewhere


    else?"


    Scott nodded thoughtfully. "Okay."


    Of course, he also saw Sebastian. Even if she had not requested to leave, he would still make the


    same proposal, considering her situation.


    After leaving Radley Restaurant, she had a headache while standing on the foggy street. Scott


    drove the car over, and once she got into the car, he asked, "Do you want to go home? I''ll send you


    home."


    "But we haven''t eaten," she reminded.


    "It doesn''t matter. I reckon you''re not in the mood to eat with me now. Maybe next time."


    Yasmine felt bad but grateful at the same time. She nodded nkly and said, "Thank you."


    Scott drove up to the gate of the Mansion House. After she got out of the car, she said guiltily, "I''m


    really sorry. When there''s a chance, I''ll treat you again."


    "Okay," he agreed.


    "Goodbye then," she said.


    She waved her hand, turned around, and began to walk forward. The streetmp above her cast a


    long and lonely shadow before her.


    "Yasmine Taylor."


    Scott suddenly called out to her. She looked back in confusion and asked, "What''s wrong?"


    "Don''t be too harsh on yourself. You only need to know that there is one person who will always be


    here waiting for you, forever."


    Yasmine sighed and mumbled to herself, "Although I can''t love you, I still want to thank you..."


    The living room was bustling with noise when she returned home. She went upstairs directly with


    the excuse that she was not feeling well. She waited in agony for Sebastian toe back and


    make a punitive expedition against her.


    Although he did not lose his temper at the restaurant, she doubted that he would pretend that


    nothing happened at all. Perhaps it was only because of his identity that he chose not to lose his


    temper at that time.


    She was absentmindedly marking a pile of test papers. She had always been scrupulous in dealing


    with public and private matters separately, but it was the first time that she could not calm down and


    work. Her brain could not register a single word. It was not because she was afraid of being sent


    away by him and hence causing a disruption in her n; it was an inexplicable feeling that was


    haunting her.


    On a regr day, she would usually rest on time at 10 o''clock. But tonight, in order to wait for him to


    come back, she was still sitting at the desk at 11 o''clock.


    By the time Sebastian came back, it was already 11:45 pm. Hearing noises outside the door,


    Yasmine''s heart skipped a beat. She closed her eyes, waiting silently for the storm that was to


    come.


    After waiting for more than ten minutes, nothing happened. Puzzled, she got up, opened the door


    slightly, and peeked through the gap.


    Sebastian was lying on the sofa with his eyes closed, showing no intention of settling their affair.


    Yasmine struggled for a moment, then decided to confront him. The fact that he did nothing


    bothered her more than her lying to him. "I''m sorry. I didn''t mean to lie to you. Principal Jules helped


    me with something two days ago, so I wanted to treat him to dinner to express my gratitude. I only


    lied to you because I was afraid that you would misunderstand."


    Yasmine stood in front of Sebastian and confessed the reason that she lied to him.


    Sebastian opened his eyes indifferently and looked her up and down. Suddenly, he stretched out his


    hand, pulled her down on the sofa, turned to face her, and pressed her down. He said, "You could


    have told me the truth when you had the chance. It''s toote to say anything now."


    "Are you going to drive me away again?" she questioned.


    "I won''t drive you away. I will only hate you more than before," he hissed.


    He let go of her with a sneer. Yasmine stood up straight and said calmly, "If hating me makes you


    feel better, be my guest."


    Sebastian would never know that Yasmine was the least afraid of being hated because she was


    used to it. She had been used to it ever since she stepped into the Taylor family''s house as a little


    girl at the age of eight.


    The next day, she got up a littlete. The Simons family usually had breakfast on time at 7:30 a.m.


    Since it was already past their usual breakfast time, she did not rush. It was a weekend and she did


    not have to go to school. She dressed unhurriedly and went next door to wash up. When she


    passed by Sebastian''s room, she saw a delicately- wrapped purple gift box in the trash can.


    Curious, she picked it up and opened it. Inside the box was an expensive and intricate ne.


    Such a nice ne could not have been thrown away. Even if it was identally dropped, it was


    not likely that it would fall into the trash can. She stood by the door, thought about it for a long time,


    then decided to do him a favor and ced it on the table.


    As she was about to go out, she nced at the square box again and an idea shed through her


    mind. Could it be that the ne was originally intended to be given to her by Sebastian?


    It seemed impossible, but there was still a slight possibility. If it was not for her, why did he throw it


    away while it was still such good condition? Even though he was rich, he would not be so wasteful.


    Thinking of this, she subconsciously walked over, opened the box, took out the ne and wore it


    around her neck.


    "Knock knock!" Someone knocked on the door. When she opened the door, the housekeeper, Eve,


    said respectfully, "Young Madam, please go downstairs and have breakfast. Everyone is waiting for


    you."


    She was ttered and asked, "Isn''t it past time for breakfast?"


    "Madam saw that you didn''t go downstairs, so she dyed the breakfast," Eve exined.


    "Okay, I''ll go right away."


    Yasmine was deeply moved. Regardless of the man who hated her, she really had nothing to


    comin about how this family treated her.


    She hurried downstairs, went straight to the dining table, and said apologetically, "I''m sorry, I woke


    upte."


    "It''s okay. Young people like you need more sleep." Her mother-inw patted her hand kindly.


    "Wow, sister-inw, your ne is so beautiful."


    Her sister- in-w came up to her excitedly, bent down, and looked at it carefully. She eximed,


    "Wow, this is the limited edition, Flowing Light Shadows. There are only ten of these in the entire


    world and I could only dream to buy one. Where did you buy it, sister-inw?"


    Yasmine nced embarrassedly at Sebastian who was staring at the ne on her neck in


    surprise. Noticing that she was looking at him, he turned his head away coldly and began eating his


    breakfast.


    "That''s enough. Don''t you already have enough jewelry? Let''s eat."


    Yasmine''s mother-inw red at her daughter and happened to take the heat off Yasmine just


    when she was thinking about how to exin the origin of the ne.


    It was more difficult to finish her breakfast than to eat a stone that day. When breakfast was finally


    over, before she could say anything, the man sitting next to her ordered, "Come up with me."