Chapter 37


    It waste at night, and the wind had turned chilly. Sebastian Simons looked at the woman in front


    of him from a distance. He had only walked away for a few minutes, but she had already fallen


    asleep on the table.


    He walked forward slowly, took off his zer, and put it on her. He then lifted one of her arms over


    his shoulder and left the food stall.


    When he got to the car, he opened the door and stuffed her in. After he caught his breath, he ruffled


    his hair and said to himself, "I must be crazy, being concerned about this woman."


    He went to the other side of the car, sat next to her, and reached out to fasten her seat belt. At that


    point, Yasmine had already opened her eyes. She asked faintly, "Why are you so close to me?"


    "Don''t move."


    Sebastian red at her impatiently and continued what he was doing.


    Finally, he seeded in fastening her seat belt. As he was about to back away, her soft arms


    suddenly wrapped around his neck. He stiffened and looked at the woman in front of him. Her clear


    eyes were as pure as snow. They were so close to each other, he could feel her breath.


    Yasmine grinned and nodded. "Although you don''t have a good temper, you''re still good-looking."


    She moved her hand to his angr face and caressed his facial features freely. For a moment, he


    was stunned and allowed her to touch him as if he was a pet.


    Each and every pore on his face was touched by her. Just as he thought that she was done with it,


    she unexpectedly leaned her body against his shoulder. Sebastian quivered and pushed her away


    roughly. He rolled down the window, popped his head out, and instantly became a lot more


    clearheaded as the wind blew on his face.


    He started the engine and drove away in a whoosh. When they were almost reaching home, he


    heard a soft voice, "Don''t fall in love with me. Please don''t. I won''t fall in love with you either, I


    won''t..."


    He parked the car and assisted her to walk to the living room, which was brightly lit. Except for his


    father, everyone else had not gone to bed.


    "Oh my God, what''s going on?"


    Madam Simons came forward in surprise. Sensing the strong smell of alcohol, she questioned, "Did


    she drink?"


    "Yes."


    Sebastian responded indifferently and continued to walk towards the stairs.


    "Did you both drink together? Why didn''t any of you answer our calls?"


    She asked quizzically while looking at the back of her son and daughter- in-w, but no one paid


    attention to her. Her daughter came over and said in a sly tone, "Mom, something is going on."


    "What''s going on?"


    "Didn''t you see my brother''s clothes on my sister-inw? She''s so drunk she could not have


    snatched it from him. So, the only possibility is that he willingly took it off for her!"


    "You mean, your brother cares about your sister-inw?"


    "That''s right!"


    "It''s a good sign, a good sign." Madam Simons was so happy that she was grinning from ear to ear.


    "It seems that my grandchild ising soon."


    Tiffany Simons immediately had an unusual idea in her mind. "Mom, since you want to have a


    grandchild so much, why don''t you..."


    "What?" Madam Simons asked.


    "Drug my brother. Maybe tonight we will help create your little grandson, my little nephew," Tiffany


    suggested yfully.


    "Good idea, good idea."


    The elderly Madam Simons was so excited that she did notin about her daughter speaking


    in an unrestrained manner.


    "But will your brother be furious after that?"


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    "Oh, it''ll be fine. What''s done cannot be undone. Just let him be if he is angry. What are you afraid


    of? You''re his mother. How could a mother be afraid of her own son?" Tiffany reassured her mother.


    Hearing her daughter''s words, Madam Simons became very bold. She had bought some imported


    products from abroadst week, but she had been worried about her son''s temper and did not dare


    to use them. Nowadays, her son seemed to have a much better attitude toward her daughter-inw.


    It was better to take advantage of the situation now.


    As soon as Sebastian threw Yasmine onto her bed, his sister came into the room with a ss of


    water.


    "Brother, you must be exhausted. Have a drink," she suggested.


    "Thank you." He took it. Indeed, he was feeling a little tired.


    Seeing that Sebastian was going to gulp the water down, Tiffany was secretly delighted. Suddenly,


    her sister-inw, who was lying on the bed, stood up and rushed over. She snatched the cup of


    water from Sebastian''s hand and mumbled, "Give it to me. I''m thirsty..."


    "Hey, you can''t drink..."


    Tiffany reached out a hand to stop her in rm. In a panic, she smashed the cup onto the ground,


    breaking it into pieces.


    The three of them looked at one another. Sebastian asked his sister in suspiciously, "Did you add


    poison to the water?"


    "No, no," she denied.


    "Why can''t she drink it, then?"


    "It''s for my brother. How can I let my sister-inw drink it..."


    "Oh, aren''t you on this woman''s side? Why are you on my side now?" Sebastian asked his sister.


    Tiffany swallowed and said with a fake smile, "Of course not. I''m always on your side, brother. I''m


    going to sleep. Good night, brother..."


    Without waiting for Sebastian''s reply, she ran away immediately.


    The next morning, when Yasmine went downstairs, she felt her mother-inw and sister-inw''s


    eyes twinkling as if they had done something guilty.


    "Yasmine, I''ve ordered the kitchen to make you a bowl of hangover soup. Drink it while it''s hot."


    "Okay."


    Yasmine drank from the bowl and stole a nce at the man next to her. When she saw that he


    looked fine, she was relieved. She was worried that she might have lost herposure while she


    was drunkst night.


    The phone in her pocket vibrated. She put down the bowl, looked at the number, and was a little


    hesitant. She got up and said, "Mom and Dad, I''m going to pick up a phone call."


    Momentster, she came back after she finished talking on the phone. Her mother- in-w asked,


    "Who was it?"


    "My sister," she replied.


    "Oh, what''s the matter?"


    "Nothing serious. My parents missed me and asked me to go back for dinner," Yasmine exined.


    Upon hearing this, her father- in-w interrupted, "Then let your husband apany you. You


    haven''t gone back for quite a long time."


    "I have a social asion tonight," Sebastian refused immediately.


    "No, I can go back alone. I may spend a night there," Yasmine said.


    The mother-inw nodded and said, "No problem. Since you haven''t been back for a long time, you


    must have a lot to catch up with your mother."


    Sebastian snorted. Although it was soft, Yasmine still heard it. Her expression stiffened but she did


    not say anything. She quickly finished her breakfast and went to work.


    She walked to the bus stop with light steps. Suddenly, a car stopped beside her and the window


    was wound down, revealing Sebastian''s yful expression. He deliberately embarrassed her by


    saying, "Your parents missed you? Will your parents miss you? You made that up, didn''t you?"


    He asked three questions in a row, but before she could answer, he drove away with a mocking


    smile.


    Yasmine was rooted to the spot and did not know how to react. They had just gathered to drink


    togetherst night, but today, he was ridiculing and mocking her. Was he schizophrenic?


    Ever since she got married, Yasmine had only gone back to her parents'' home once. This was the


    second time.


    Upon entering the living room, she saw Dorothy Ryles ying with the snow-white Persian cat in


    her arms. When she saw Yasmine, she was stunned at first, then she said sourly, "Hey, what brings


    you here today? This noble young madam, who married into a rich family, is back without notice."


    "Linda told me that you all wanted me toe back,"


    Yasmine replied faintly. She had long been ustomed to Dorothy''s strange and irritating


    personality.


    "Oh, no, we didn''t ask you toe back. Even if we wanted you toe back, we don''t necessarily


    have the honor. You are no longer who you used to be," Dorothy blurted.


    It was then she realized that Linda had lied to her. Be it her biological father or stepmother, no one


    in the family genuinely wanted her toe back.


    "Where is Linda?" Yasmine asked bluntly.


    She wanted to know why this daughter of a rich family, who had always enjoyed torturing her, lied to


    her.


    "Upstairs,"


    Dorothy replied reluctantly, pouting. Yasmine turned around and went up right away.


    When she arrived at Linda''s room, she knocked on the door. From inside the room came a voice as


    arrogant as Dorothy''s. "Come in."


    Yasmine pushed the door open and entered the room. She asked straightforwardly, "Why did you


    ask me toe back?"


    "Oh, Sister, I missed you so much," Linda said.


    "That''s enough. There''s no one else here. Don''t be digusting," Yasmine said.


    "You..."


    Upon hearing her words, Linda was so frustrated that her face turned pale, but she could not get


    angry because wanted to ask Yasmine of a favor. "Sister, don''t ice me out like that. Although we are


    not from the same mother, we share the same father. How can two people of the same blood be so


    alienated?"


    To be frank, this gave her goose bumps. "What do you want from me? I''m going to leave if you''re


    not going to tell me," Yasmine said coldly.


    "Hey, don''t go. I''ll tell you, I''ll tell you."


    Linda stopped her in a hurry and begged, "I''ve been bored at home recently. May I stay at your


    house for two days?"


    Yasmine''s eyes widened in surprise. "Wouldn''t you also be bored in my house?"


    "No, it won''t be boring in a new environment. I heard that Mansion House is one of the most


    luxurious homes in City B. I really want to see it with my own eyes."


    Like mother, like daughter. They would only try to please others when they needed them. When


    they were of no use, they would kick them away as far as they could, best if they disappeared from


    their sight for the rest of their lives.


    "Is it okay? If you don''t say anything, I''ll take it as a yes," Linda pestered.


    "I don''t agree."


    Yasmine simply refused her request, turned around, and walked out.


    "Don''t me me for being rash if you don''t agree." Linda chased after her and yed her trump


    card. "What are you going to do?" Yasmine challenged.


    "Nothing. Anyway, I''m going to the Mansion House for sure. If you don''t take me there, I''ll go there


    on my own. When I''m there, I''ll decide what I want to say based on my mood."


    Yasmine''s fingers trembled slightly. She knew Linda meant what she said. After some thought, she


    nodded and said, "Well, since you want to go so badly, then go."


    "That''s more like it. One should know how to be flexible... Hey, wait for me..." Linda called out.