The Seventh Miserable Bride

Chapter 154

Sebastian's body suddenly stiffened. Through the darkness, he stared at the woman in front of him with disbelief.

"What did you say?"

Yasmine Taylor lowered her head and grabbed the quilt under her body. She repeated herself, "I said, let's get divorced."

He grabbed her shoulder and yelled uncontrollably, "Why?"

Yasmine's tears began to roll down her cheeks. She said in a trembling voice, "No reason. I'm just a little tired. I don't want to live a life like this."

"What kind of life are you referring to?"

She was silent. Even in such a desperate situation, she could not tell him.

Sebastian Simons picked up the clothes scattered all over the floor and put them on one by one. Then, he went to the French windows, lit a cigarette, and listened to the distant roaring waves.

The silence lasted for a long time. He stood with his back to her as she hid in the darkness and cried silently.

With a crack, Sebastian turned on the chandelier and the room lit up instantly. It took a while for their eyes to adjust to the sudden brightness.

"Is it because you can't get pregnant?" Sebastian's casual words shocked Yasmine. She could not believe what she had heard, just like Sebastian could not believe that she would propose a divorce on such a beautiful night.

"How did you know that?"

After a long pause, she asked, trembling.

Sebastian took a long drag off the cigarette and kept the smoke in his mouth. Instead, he swallowed the bitter and stuffy smoke.

"I've known it for a long time. I found out the night you went to America."

Yasmine's tears suddenly burst like broken pearls, falling uncontrollably. She covered her mouth in desperation, but still couldn't stop herself from crying in shock.

"You were not by my side that night and I missed you very much. I went to your little secret room and lay on your bed. I accidentally saw the examination report under your pillow. At that moment, my heart was torn, and it hurt so much. When I thought about the moment just before you left, I suddenly realized that there was such a heavy weight under your smiling face..."

Yasmine cried even harder. She finally understood why Sebastian called her in the middle of the night when she was in America, and why she thought that he was acting strangely.

"So... did you say that you don't like children because you saw the examination report? Did you say that just to comfort me?"

Sebastian took another puff off his cigarette and nodded his head. "Yes." Yasmine could no longer control herself. She cried out loud and said, "Why? Why didn't you ask me if you already knew about it? Why did you hide your desire to become a father because of me?"

Her heart hurt so much and her body shook violently. She felt her blood flow backwards and her mind went blank. Her heart ached terribly for the man who had sacrificed so much for her.

Sebastian put out the cigarette in his hand and walked towards her slowly. He stretched out his powerful arms and hugged Yasmine tightly from behind. "Because I love you. Everything I do is for you. I love you. Although I would love to have children, you are more important than having a child. I can live without a child, but I absolutely cannot live without you."

Yasmine could no longer restrain herself when she heard those last few words. Her tears burst out as she sobbed uncontrollably. Love was like a rose blooming in the desert. It looked delicate and charming, but there was poison gas in it. When you appreciate it, you would feel happy, but when you touch it, you might feel pain. Perhaps, the only way to avoid pain was to refrain oneself from touching it. But what was life without love? How could a person live a life without love?

"Sebastian, I'm afraid. I'm terrified that you would fall out of love with me one day. What should I do then?"

"There will never be such a day, so don't use silly words like 'divorce' again, okay? Uneasy thoughts beget an uneasy future. If you don't want an uneasy future, then you can't allow thoughts like that run in your mind anymore. Do you understand?"

"But what if I can't give you a child? You are the only descendant of your family. It is important that someone inherit your huge family business."

"You can't have the best of both worlds. Families who give birth to a lot of children will not have the kind of strong relationship that we do. Therefore, I rather enjoy the love that others can't, instead of hoping to have a lot of children. It really doesn't matter if we don't have any children. What I said was not just to comfort you. I've always thought like that."

Sebastian's affectionate words touched Yasmine's heart. However, she could not brush off the cruel reality just because of him. She cried and said, "Sebastian, please don't be so kind to me. The better you treat me, the guiltier I will feel. You accepted every part of me, and that shows your

selflessness. But I don't want to be selfish. I can't ignore the feelings of the people around me just so that I could preserve this relationship. I can't build my happiness on another person's pain."

"Who is in pain? Abigail?"

"Your parents. Have you ever wondered whether they could accept a woman who is unable to bear them a grandchild and carry their bloodline further?"

Sebastian sighed and said in a low voice, "Don't think too much about this anymore. I've already made up my mind. If we really can't have our own children within a year or two, then we'll adopt one."

Adopt...

Yasmine's heart skipped a beat. "Is that okay?" "Why not? Whether it's our own or adopted, as long as we treat the baby sincerely, there won't be any problem."

Yasmine lowered her head, and then she cried.

Sebastian hugged her lovingly and put his forehead against hers. He choked and said, "Yasmine, are we okay now? Let's not talk about this anymore. From now on, don't keep any secrets from me. No matter what difficulty you face, we will deal with it together. Don't ever think about divorcing me again. When you say that word so easily, it's more painful than stabbing me in the chest with a knife."

"Okay, I won't say it again."

Even hearts made of stone could be touched by sincerity. Moreover, Yasmine had always been a softhearted and compassionate person.

"Okay, stop crying. I'm hungry."

Sebastian reached out his hand and gently wiped the tears from her eyes. He sighed softly and teased her, "Well, I used to think that I should find an obedient wife, but now it seems like I should find a wife who doesn't cry so much. That way, I won't have to feel sad from seeing her tears so often."

Yasmine burst into laughter and said with a throaty voice, "Let's go and have some pasta."

They walked hand in hand into the living room. The carbonara pasta was already soggy and the sauce had become runny. Sebastian asked with a smile, "Is this the delicious food you had prepared specially for me?"

Yasmine was a little embarrassed. She picked up the plates and said, "I'm going to cook it again." "No need."

Sebastian grabbed the plate and said, "I'm starving. Let's just eat this." Belongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

As he spoke, he pulled a stool out and sat down. He used his fork to put a mouthful of pasta into his mouth. While chewing, he said, "Sure enough, everything is delicious when you are hungry. It's better than those fine dining cuisines."

Yasmine smiled helplessly and sat down as well. She joined him in eating the soggy pasta.

"Sebastian, you shouldn't force yourself to eat it if it's not nice. Even if it's just a meal, you shouldn't tolerate it. It is a sort of mentality. Once you force yourself to tolerate everything, it'll slowly become a habit, and it'll bring a lot of inconvenience to your life."

Sebastian was stunned for a moment. He knew Yasmine was implying something. He grinned and said, "That will never happen. I'm only tolerant when it comes to food. I'm not that tolerant in other aspects, especially when it comes to women."

"You've been married so many times before. Weren't you just tolerating those times?"

"I was just tolerating at that time, but later, It didn't work out no matter how much I tolerated."

"Why?"

"Because there was a woman who told me very aggressively that she would be the last person I would marry. At that time, I didn't take it seriously and even mocked her for being so self-righteous. But now, she has defeated me." The corner of Yasmine's mouth curled upwards, and there was a trace of warmth in her cold heart. If someone had asked her what happiness was, she would not hesitate to reply that happiness was eating soggy carbonara pasta with her beloved on a random April night.

Scott Jules and Lily Adams finally fixed their wedding date. It was going to be held on April 15th. Only three people knew about it, they were Claudine Tucker, Yasmine Taylor, and Kurtson Jules.

Seeing how serious her son was, Claudine felt anxious. She braced herself and dialed Kurtson's number. The divorced couple met in a coffee shop.

It had been more than ten years since they last saw each other. After looking at each other for a short time, they started on the only topic that they could talk about.

"Do you know that your son is going to get married?"

"Yes."

"So what are you going to do?"

"Congratulate him."

"You..."

Claudine didn't expect Kurtson have such contrasting thoughts. She couldn't help but rebuke him angrily, "Don't you think that you're being irresponsible?"

Kurtson sneered and said, "Did you say that I'm being irresponsible? This, coming from you who had abandoned him when he was just eight years old? I've single-handedly raised him for more than twenty years. How dare you say that I was being irresponsible?"

Claudine knew that she was in the wrong. She picked up the coffee cup in front of her and took a sip. "No matter what, I hope you could stop him."

"Why? Why should I stop him?"

"He doesn't love that girl at all. He likes another woman."

"In that case, who was the one who forced him to marry a person he doesn't like?" Kurtson stared at her sharply. "Don't think that I've been so busy with my business that I don't know what you've done. You have always been a selfish mother. If your son is unhappy, it's entirely your fault."