The Seventh Miserable Bride

Chapter 100

Yasmine was almost suffocated by Sebastian's kiss when she heard the cars behind them honking loudly. She pushed him away and said sullenly, "Hurry up and drive. You’re already clogging up the entire road."

Sebastian snorted disapprovingly and said, "I'll teach you a lesson when we get home."

Yasmine went upstairs as soon as they reached home. Sebastian followed her. "Tell me, what did you say to that old lady?"

Yasmine smiled grumpily and said, "Fine. What do you think I would say? ‘Alright, go ahead and introduce me.’’’

"So you refused?"

"I said I'm married."

Sebastian breathed a sigh of relief and patted her head. "Good."

"But she invited me to her house for dinner this weekend."

"What dinner?"

"It's just a simple dinner."

Sebastian felt relieved and said, "Don’t you think it’s weird that she’s inviting you over for dinner after only having met you twice? Are you that close with her?”

"She likes me, then." "I don't think she has any good intentions."

Sebastian frowned and added, "No, you can’t go to her house for dinner."

"I've already promised her. It's important to keep one’ s promises, right?"

"Why did you promise her? Is her cooking better?"

"Hey, what are you talking about? You always say that I don't have many friends, so I should know people with status. I’m just doing what you told me to do.”

"But I think she’s up to no good."

"What is she up to?"

"She said she was going to introduce you to someone!"

"Hadn’t I already rejected her? In the end she didn’t speak about it anymore. Can you not be this petty? Hmm, my dear husband?"

Yasmine flirted and Sebastian felt his bones soften.

"Are you sure it's just a normal dinner and not some blind date she's setting up for you?”

"Of course, I'm sure."

Yasmine nodded firmly. Only then did he feel a little relieved. He carried Yasmine to the dressing table, lifted up her evening dress, and buried his head in.

She lay on his shoulder feebly and was struggling to breathe, although she was not the one doing all the work.

After resting for a while, she regained some energy, walked weakly to the bathroom and took a shower. She stumbled her way back and planted her face on the bed. She said groggily, "Dear, go take a shower."

Sebastian grunted and walked into the bathroom. Just as Yasmine was about to doze off again, he came out. He asked her while he dried his hair: "So, who was the old lady going to introduce you to? One of her relatives?"

"Her son..."

Yasmine answered with her eyes closed.

"What's his name?"

He waited for a long time for her answer. He walked to the bedside and asked, "Hey?"

He took a closer look and found that she was already asleep.

Fast forward to the weekend, Yasmine arrived at Peaceful Bay Resort. Claudine Tucker was delighted when she came as she promised.

"Miss Taylor, I thought you wouldn't come. I didn't expect you to be a woman of your word.”

Yasmine placed the basket of fruits on the table. She smiled: "It’s only dinner, there’s no reason for me not to come."

"Please take a seat. My house was renovated not long ago so it's still a little messy."

Yasmine looked around and said, "No, it’s fine. I think it’s good."

Claudine put on her apron and said, "Dinner will be ready in another 30 minutes. Make yourself at home."

"Auntie, are you cooking dinner yourself?" "Yes, I'll let you taste my cooking skills."

"Haha, then I'm really honored."

Claudine went into the kitchen. Yasmine followed and asked: "Auntie, do you need any help?"

"It’s all right. It will be done soon. You can wait in the living room.”

Yasmine was surprised. She did not expect her to be working like a housewife at home. She looked like a rich lady with maids and butlers to do all of her chores.

Ding, ding, ding...

When the doorbell rang, Yasmine ran to the door to answer. She froze the moment the door opened.

"Principal Jules?"

It was unbelievable to see Scott Jules here. Yasmine was dumbfounded.

"Yasmine?"

Scott was equally stunned. He glanced at the living room and asked doubtfully, "Why are you here?"

"Then, why are you here?"

Yasmine was even more confused than him.

"This is my mother's home."

"Huh?" Yasmine was more confused than ever. "Oh! She..."

"Who is it?"

Claudine came out of the kitchen with a dish of braised pork rising with steam. She saw the person standing outside the door and shouted in surprise, "Scott, why are you here?" "I was passing by so I

dropped by to see you. But how do you know Miss Taylor?"

Scott asked his mother with a bewildered look.

"Miss Taylor?"

Claudine raised her eyebrows and looked at Yasmine. She asked doubtfully, "Do you know my son?"

At this moment, Yasmine had accepted the reality. She nodded with a bitter face. "Yes, we are colleagues. I am a teacher at the same school."

"It can't be. What a coincidence!"

Claudine covered her mouth with her hand and said with a smile, "I can’t believe it."

"Mom, you haven't told me how you two met each other?"

Scott had already stepped into the house, and seemed to be in a good mood.

Claudine explained to Scott how she met Yasmine. After explaining, Scott smiled and said: "This Miss Taylor, now that I know she's a teacher from your school, showed a great act of selflessness. It seems like I have to give her an award during the school assembly."

Yasmine rolled her eyes and said, "You’re flattering me too much.”

"Alright! Since you both are colleagues, we’re much closer now. The food is ready. Let's talk while eating."

Claudine asked them to sit at the dining table.

"Miss Taylor, may I just call you Yasmine?" "Yes, you may."

Yasmine nodded.

"So, you are also teaching at B High School?"

Scott said to his mother grumpily, "Mom, what are you talking about? She's a colleague of mine. If she’ s not teaching at B High School, then would it be C High School?

"I didn't ask you, brat." Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

Claudine glared at her son.

"I was really surprised. It never occured to me that Principal Jules was your son."

In actual fact, Yasmine did not expect it at all.

"Haha, I was also surprised. I didn't expect that you and my son had known each other for a long time. I even said that I would introduce you to my son."

Claudine’s words suddenly made Yasmine and Scott very awkward. She did not know that her son had a crush on Yasmine, that was why she said that without much thought.

"Alright, let's eat."

Scott quickly changed the subject to save themselves from the awkward situation.

"Here, you have this large chicken drumstick to yourself."

Scott placed the drumstick into Yasmine’s bowl. She shook her head and said, "It’s okay, I'll help myself."

"What do you mean you’ II help yourself? Look at you, you look so thin! People would think that your parents-in-law are starving you!"

"There’s no such thing."

Yasmine lowered her head. She spooned rice into her mouth, bit by bit.

Claudine knew that something was going on between the two of them from the simple gesture her son made. Although she did not know much about Yasmine, her son was not the type that would care much for girls, so she understood what was going on.

She had always arranged blind dates for her son, but he always rejected all of them. Now she knew why; he already had someone in mind.

"Yasmine, don't worry and eat as much as you can. Son, you should eat more as well."

Claudine kept filling up Yasmine's and her son’s plates. Yasmine could not help but feel awkward. She was being treated as if she was family.

Yasmine hurriedly finished her dinner. "Auntie, thank you for the amazing dinner tonight. I still have some work to do, so I’ll make a move, okay?"

"Oh, what’s the matter? Why are you in such a hurry? Accompany me for a while more?”

Claudine took her hand and sat down on the sofa. She said passionately, "You know, I really like you. Whenever I see you, I see my younger self. I disliked socializing and putting on a false front.”

"She’s not as feisty as you. You're a feisty woman!"

Scott interrupted.

"Don't talk. There's no place for you to talk here." The mother pinched her son and continued, "So, I hope that you will visit me whenever you're free. I always wanted a daughter but God gave me a son. Although it has already been more than twenty years, I still regret it."

"Hey, you could have chosen not to give birth to me. You know that you could have done an ultrasound and aborted me, right?"

Scott interrupted again.

"Actually, gender doesn’t matter. I'm sure Principal Jules treats everyone well and that includes Auntie as well, right?” Yasmine said.

"It’s not that he doesn't treat me well, it's just that sometimes when he doesn't listen to me, I’ll get a headache."

"You won’t be able to find a better son than me. Don't be so ungrateful."

"If you have nothing nice to say, then don’t say anything at all. Can’t you see that I am talking with Yasmine?"

Scott shrugged indifferently. "Yes, but I have the right to speak, don't I?"

Yasmine stood up with a smile. "Uh, I need to use the bathroom."

Perhaps Yasmine ate her dinner too quickly, she was having a stomachache. As she walked to the bathroom with a hand on her abdomen, Claudine whispered to her son: “You like her, right?”