Chapter 43


    Yasmine Taylor did not seem like she was lying at all with her calm demeanor, but the two women in


    front of her were still unconvinced. However, Henry Taylor believed her. It was not for a father''s trust


    in his daughter, but because he did not believe that she had the ability to do it.


    Hence, he chose to believe her words.


    After pulling his wife and daughter into the study room, he closed the door and said in a low voice, "I


    know you are frustrated, but I am more irritated than you. But now is not the time to be angry, and


    it''s not the time to be angry with her. As long as she is the daughter-inw in the Simons family, she


    will be of use to us. So, just calm yourselves and let this matter pass."


    Henry said it in extreme helplessness. He lost ten million dors in an instant for no reason. How


    could he not be distressed? He was more sorrowful than anyone else, but what could he do? They


    had no evidence.


    After cating his wife and daughter, he went out and said, "Yasmine, your sister is only aggrieved


    and has nowhere to vent. Don''t take it to heart, she..."


    "It''s okay. I''ve gotten used to it."


    Yasmine interrupted her father indifferently, and looked at the clock on the wall. "It''s gettingte. If


    there''s nothing else, I''ll leave now." "Why not leave after dinner?"


    Henry''s words were ingenuine and Yasmine was well aware of it. This family had never weed


    her, even more so today.


    After getting out of the house, she was in a particrly good mood, all the way until she reached


    Mansion House.


    Today was really an unusual day. It was rare to see anyone in the living room, but there were


    unexpectedly people present in the living room that day. Yasmine greeted happily, "Dad, Mom, I''m


    back."


    The Simons couple turned around and were very happy to see their daughter-inw. The mother-in-


    law asked with concern, "Have you had dinner?"


    Yasmin nced at someone who had turned a blind eye to her and nodded with a smile. "Yeah, I''ve


    had dinner in my parents'' home."


    "Are your parents all well?" her father- in-w continued to ask.


    "Yes, they''re all well. They also sent their regards," Yasmine replied.


    At this moment, Tiffany suddenly said, "Yasmine, what happened to your sister today? She ran out


    like crazy with her luggage in the afternoon but I didn''t manage to hold her back. She looked as if


    she has had a hard time in our house."


    Yasmine was stunned and nced at someone again. It seemed that he was not intending to say


    anything, and he did not even lift his eyelids.


    "Don''t bother, she has always been like that. She''s spoiled by my parents since she was a child. I


    might have said something that made her unhappyst night, so she went home," Yasmine


    exined.


    "At first nce, I already felt that she was a stubborn person. It''s hard to believe you both are


    rted," Tiffany confessed.


    Upon hearing this, Titus Simons smiled mockingly and said, "You''re not much better than her. Didn''t


    your mother and I dote on you a lot?"


    "Oh, why talk about me when we were talking about her? I''m not the same kind of person as her,


    but my brother is," Tiffany defended.


    Sebastian Simons was a little surprised to be dragged into the topic out of the blue. He raised his


    head in displeasure and questioned his sister, "How am I the same kind of person as her?"


    "You both became bad- tempered after being spoiled. Am I right, Yasmine?" Tiffany asked.


    Tiffany really knew how to drag people into the mess. It was enough that she thought so, but she


    asked her for validation. Yasmine nodded with a fake smile and then immediately shook her head. It


    was inappropriate for her to respond in either way so she tried to escape by saying, "I still have test


    papers to mark. I''ll head


    upstairs."


    She got out of the living room, escaping trouble, and went to her little secret room. Shey down on


    the bed, and her lips curled slightly, showing a crescentlike smile.


    It was better to be alone; only then she was able to breathe freely. "You seem to be in a good


    mood."


    The sudden voice startled her. She sat up and asked in a panic, "Why didn''t you knock on the door


    beforeing in?"


    Sebastian leaned against the door with his arms crossed over his chest, and asked in reply, "Did


    you close the door?"


    Didn''t she close the door? ... She probably did not. "What''s the matter?"


    She changed the topic awkwardly and sat still while waiting for him to exin his intention.


    "I think you should have something to tell me."


    She shook her head decisively. "No, I don''t have anything to say to you. What can I tell you? We


    don''t speak the samenguage."


    "Then I''ll be straightforward. You did it, didn''t you?" he used.


    Although Sebastian did not clearly point out what he was referring to, Yasmine suddenly felt guilty.


    She began to feel confused. How can a perspicacious heart be hidden under his handsome and


    cold appearance? Why could she deceive her father but not the man in front of her?


    Although she did not deny it, she knew that he could not be fooled.


    "Yes," she confessed.


    She did not want struggle uselessly, so she nodded calmly.


    "Why?" he interrogated. Most of their conversations were short and simple as Sebastian only


    wanted to listen to the main points. Hence, she did not beat around the bush.


    "I don''t want to be sold away so meaninglessly, so I want that money to be transferred to charity,"


    she exined.


    "A very convincing reason, but in my opinion, there are more or less some thoughts of revenge," he


    voiced out.


    "Why did you say that?" she asked.


    "Isn''t it? The child of a mistress always hates the man who abandoned her mother," he said.


    Yasmine smiled heartlessly and said, "It''s a reasonable analysis, but it''s not the case. The child of a


    mistress has no reason to hate others, as the one at fault is the one who got involved in other


    people''s marriages."


    The premise was that if they had not done anything unforgivable to her mother.


    "Very well. I hope you really uphold what you just said. Although I have been divorced six times, it


    doesn''t mean that I can tolerate a woman who wants to take advantage of me," he said.


    From the day she knew that he had been hurt, she had already expected his stance.


    Therefore, she had no choice but to live in this chaotic life, where one lie covered another.


    Watching him turn around and leave, she suddenly asked, "How did you know? How could you be


    so sure that I did it?"


    "Other than you, do you think there is any other possible suspect?"


    Sebastian looked back and she fell silent.


    "Linda must have told you that I was the one who hinted for her to enter the study, right?" she


    queried.


    "Yes," he confirmed.


    He gave her a meaningful look. "She wanted to get even with you, but I stopped her."


    "Why did you help me?"


    Yasmine was very docile when she asked this.


    "Legally, you are my woman. When others suspect you, I should stand up for you and defend you,"


    he replied.


    "... Thank you,"


    she thanked him sincerely yet fearfully. The phrase "you are my woman" stimted endless


    imagination and anxiety.


    In the middle of the night, Yasmine was awakened by hunger. She massaged her shriveled


    stomach, and remembered that she did not have her dinner.


    Her stomach was not in a good condition to begin with. If she still did not have her three meals


    regrly, she would not be far from her death.


    She groped to get up and cracked open the door. The room was quiet, and only the sound was that


    of the man''s steady breathing.


    She tiptoed out of the secret chamber and crawled forward, intending to go downstairs to find


    something to eat. She was afraid of waking Sebastian up, so she suppressed her movements and


    floated out like a ghost. When she went downstairs to the kitchen, she opened the refrigerator and


    found that there was only cold food that she could not eat. She looked around and saw a box of


    instant noodles. Holding it in her hands as if it was a treasure, she poured hot water into it, and


    waited patiently.


    As she was ravenous, the happiest thing was none other than eating a bowl of hot noodles. At this


    moment, the fragrance of the noodles made her feel extremely happy.


    While she was waiting for the noodles to be ready, she closed her eyes and rested her head on the


    table. She did not realize when there was a person standing in front of her and looking at her calmly.


    When it was about time, she picked up the fork and had a mouthful of noodles. When she lifted her


    head, she finally sensed something amiss. Suddenly, the noodles got stuck in her throat, and she


    could not swallow nor spit it out. She was so embarrassed that she wanted the ground to swallow


    her up...


    Sebastian came over with a faint smile on his face. He nced at the steaming instant noodles in


    her hand and asked yfully, "Not bad, right? The taste."


    She swallowed the noodles forcefully and nodded awkwardly."Not bad. Do you want to try?" she


    offered.


    "Do you think I will eat such a thing?" he asked.


    She never thought that he would eat such food. She just asked that out of politeness.


    "Are you here to drink water?" Yasmine stood up and wanted to pour him a ss of water. He said


    meaningfully, "I came to see what you''re doing."


    "Me?" A stiff smile appeared on her face. "I''m here to have some supper," she exined.


    "Did you have dinner?" he questioned.


    "Yes," she replied. As soon as she said that, her stomach growled a few times, and she hurriedly


    exined, "I didn''t eat much."


    "Would you like to go out and eat something nice?" he offered.


    Yasmine thought that she had heard it wrong, so she did not dare to answer him nor ask him to


    repeat. She just stood there in a daze.


    Sebastian was impatient. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "Do you want to or not?"


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    "Ah? Oh, okay," she agreed.


    She simply cleaned up the instant noodles and followed after him. It was dark outside, but she could


    still see her fingers. He walked in front and she followed at the back. Moonlight shone on the two of


    them, forming two lonely shadows.


    Perhaps because of the time, Sebastian did not intend to go far, so he chose a restaurant that was


    nearby.


    The restaurant was not big, but the environment was great. It was clean and elegant, and the warm


    yellow chandelier gave off a soft light. The modern interior design, coupled with calming music,


    made the ce feel homely.