The Seventh Miserable Bride

Chapter 216

Fynn Jaymond was momentarily at a loss for words.

After a long while, he spoke in a hoarse voice but his tone was much calmer, "The heir of the Lester family, Virgil Lester, is famous for his playboy attitude. Don't you know dating someone like him is like sabotaging your own life?"

"You don't have to worry about me. Even if it's ruined, it's still my life. It has nothing to do with anyone."

Tiffany Simons left stubbornly. For the first time, Fynn felt a sense of defeat.

After sending the guests off, Yasmine dragged herself tiresomely upstairs to take a shower. After she was done with her shower, she saw Sebastian sitting on the couch with a serious look. She wiped her hair with a towel and sat down, asking, "What's wrong?"

"Why do you think Tiffany agreed to meet him? Virgil is a loser. Fle's always with a different woman whenever I see him. She would live a miserable life if she ends up with a man like him."

"That crazy woman too. Did she think that Tiffany is a pushover? Flow dare she try to introduce such a scoundrel to my sister! Who does she take the Simons family as?!"

Sebastian Simons became even more agitated as he spoke. "No, I have to stop Tiffany. I'm going to make her give up on this ridiculous idea."

"Hey, come back,"

Yasmine Taylor grabbed his arm and scolded him, "You're so silly. How could you not understand a girl's thoughts? Didn't you see Fynn's long face just now? Perhaps you would be able to bring them together through this matter."

Sebastian was stunned. "Are you saying that Tiffany had agreed to it because she wanted to piss Fynn off?"

"Of course! Do you think that Tiffany will be stupid enough to spend the rest of her life with a scum?"

Yasmine was indeed the one who knew Tiffany best. On the day of the blind date, Tiffany didn't dress herself up to the nines. Instead, she went to the meeting place in her plainest clothes.

After meeting Virgil and chatting with him for a while, she felt that the rich playboy sitting across her was really just as terrible as the rumors had alleged. He was delusional, arrogant, narcissistic, and most importantly, he was very perverted.

"Miss Simons, may I call you Tiffany?"

"Sure,"

"Your name is as beautiful as your person. When I say your name, I just couldn't wait to kiss you."

Tiffany's stomach was churning.

"Have you had a boyfriend before?"

"No."

"Does that mean that you're still a virgin?" There was a flash of surprise across the rich playboy's eyes.

Tiffany was sick to the point of puking. She tried to keep her cool, "This is a personal matter. I'm not obliged to answer it."

"Hey, what era are we living in? Why are you so conservative? It's normal nowadays for men and women to talk about sensitive topics together. Let me tell you, I will be very willing to marry you if

you're a virgin. It's not that I only fancy virgins, but I like women who are clean and pure."

"Are you a clean man then?"

Tiffany retorted sarcastically. Finally, she couldn't endure it anymore. She stood up and said, "I still have some matters to attend to. Goodbye, Mr. Lester."

"Don't go. I haven't answered your question yet."

Virgil Lester stood up to block her way. He held her waist with one hand and her wrist with the other, flirting subtly, "You'll know if I'm a clean man after you try it."

"Let me go!"

Tiffany struggled with disgust.

Virgil went on, "Little girl, don't be shy. We're all adults. You'll have to face it sooner or later. Let me be the man of your first time."

"Let her go!"

A furious roar came from behind them. When Tiffany heard the voice, she felt relieved. Before she could turn around, Fynn had taken a big step forward and shoved Virgil back a few steps. "Who are you?"

Virgil asked arrogantly. He was so furious that his face was red.

"I'm her boyfriend."

Fynn answered with confidence.

"Boyfriend? Ha, do you think I'll believe that? How dare you arrange a blind date with me when you have a boyfriend? Are you messing with me?"

Virgil suddenly raised his eyebrows and looked at Fynn up and down with contempt. "Aren't you the lackey of the Simons family? Oh yes, you're an orphan too."

Tiffany's heart thumped as she looked at Fynn. The agony in his eyes stung her heart deeply. Anger simmered within her all of a sudden. She picked up the half- filled cup of coffee from the table and splashed it onto Virgil's face, cursing, "You're the lackey!"

She absolutely couldn't tolerate anyone belittling Fynn, even though she and Fynn were only acquaintances.

Virgil didn't expect that a girl would dare to insult him like this. He raised his hand and was about to slap her in the face, but he was beaten to the ground by Fynn in an instant.

Tiffany's face was a bit pale when they exited the cafe. She asked, despite already knowing the answer, "Why are you here?"

Fynn answered with rage, "If I wasn't here, would you give up everything and let yourself be trampled by that animal?" "That's my business. If you don't like me, then you shouldn't meddle in my business."

She turned around and left. After thinking for a while, she turned back and added, "I don't mind you saying that you're my boyfriend. It's not true anyway."

Fynn stopped her and shouted furiously, "You did it on purpose, didn't you? You wanted to provoke me, so you agreed to the blind date."

Tiffany took a deep breath and asked earnestly, "Why should I provoke you? You're not my man. I just want to marry someone."

"Do you really want to get married so much? Is anyone fine for you as long as they're willing to marry you? How could you become so cheap?"

Tiffany's lips quivered and she turned her back to cry. Fynn stared at her trembling shoulders and realized that he had gone a little too far. He said softly, "Alright, don't cry. Let me bring you out somewhere, okay?"

He coaxed her for a long time before she finally stopped crying. The two of them hung out for the whole afternoon and had dinner together at night. Tiffany suggested, "I want to go to the bar. Do you want to come along?"

He nodded, "Let's go. I feel like having some drinks too."

They wandered around and ended up in a disco bar. Sitting by the extravagant bar counter, Fynn pretended to ask casually, "Where have you been for the past two years?" This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

"Someplace far away." "Could you be a little more specific?"

"The Sahara Desert, Kaamo Tsangpo Valley, Mount Aconcagua, the Caribbean sea..."

Fynn looked horrified as Tiffany listed the places that she had been to while counting on her fingers. She chuckled, "I'm just joking."

"How was it?"

"Not too bad."

"Did you get bullied?"

"Often."

"Well, how did you deal with it?"

"Sometimes I call for help, sometimes I try my best to escape, and sometimes I allowed others to do whatever they wanted to me."

Fynn frowned, "Was it anything like what had happened today?"

"Of course. After all, I'm such a pretty girl."

Fynn took a deep breath, "How could you be so impulsive and leave so easily?"

"Well, it's all in the past anyway. You're bound to make mistakes in your life, right?"

"Do you think you can go anywhere as you please without thinking of the consequences?"

"What should I do then? What's done is done."

She shrugged. Fynn was flabbergasted and furious beyond words.

After chatting for a long time, he picked up his coat, "Let's go back. It's getting late." When they walked out of the bar, they felt a cool breeze caressing their faces. Tiffany closed her eyes and said, "I'm a little tipsy. What about you?"

"A bit soberer than you,"

The two of them walked to the car parked on the roadside. At this time, four to five men suddenly jumped out from nowhere, each holding a wooden stick in their hand.

Tiffany was frightened that she immediately became sober. She hid behind Fynn, her body shivering.

"What do you want?"

Fynn asked calmly, his body like a huge tree standing firmly in front of Tiffany.

"Flow dare you bully our young master and humiliate him? What do you think we want?"

They turned out to be Virgil's men. Fynn snorted and said to Tiffany, "Stay where you are. I'll deal with this."

The few men rushed forward, raising their wooden sticks and aimed them at Fynn in random directions. Fynn had been accompanying Sebastian to practice taekwondo for several years. It was easy for him to deal with several hooligans. Fie quickly knocked them down to the ground. Fie clapped his hands and said fiercely, "Go back and tell Virgil to stop making a fool of himself!"

One of the men struggled to get up from the ground and quickly changed his target. Fynn heard Tiffany's scream and he immediately rushed over. Fie lifted his leg to kick Tiffany's assailant aside but he was, in turn, struck by another man. Fie grimaced in pain and was about to fight back when he saw ten more thugs coming from the distance. He took Tiffany's hand, "Run!"

Tiffany was athletic and she was particularly good at running. She wasn't like other fragile ladies who would run for a while and complain that they were out of breath. She followed Fynn closely and they retreated to a quiet and dark alley after several twists and turns.

"Don't speak,"

He made a silent gesture to her and several people ran by before their eyes like a gust of wind. As the footsteps gradually faded away, Tiffany lowered her voice and asked, "Are you alright?"

It was very quiet in the alley. Only the sound of their weary breathing could be heard.

Fynn shook his head. "I'm fine."

"Was your back hurt from the attack just now?"

"It doesn't hurt,"

Fynn was afraid that she would blame herself, so he lied that it wasn't painful. In fact, his back hurt very, very much.

"They should be far away by now. Let's go out."

He helped himself up and was about to step out of the alley when he suddenly heard the disappearing footsteps returning. He quickly pulled Tiffany to his side and squatted down. A few minutes later, the footsteps went away again.

Tiffany raised her head and saw a thin layer of sweat on his forehead through the faint moonlight. Her eyebrows were tightly knitted. She asked, "How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine."

"Let me see,"

She took her phone out from her pocket, intending to check on Fynn's back.

"I said I'm fine, there's nothing to see."

He stopped her, but he could feel that his back was swollen and there was a burning sensation.

"Since you insist that you're fine, why don't you just let me have a look then?"

Fynn knew that with her stubborn temper, Tiffany would not stop until she could see it.

One of them didn't want to be seen but the other insisted. Amidst the conflict, Fynn suddenly reached out to hold her in his arms and bent his head to kiss her lips uncontrollably.