The Seventh Miserable Bride

Chapter 5

This person probably grew up in a cemetery.

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"Get into your room." Sebastian Simons suddenly pointed at the painting on the wall.

"..." Yasmine Taylor stuttered, "Are you sure it is not just a painting?"

"Flip it," Sebastian ordered, as he took off his coat casually.

Yasmine didn't ask more. She walked to the large painting of a landscape and noticed that it wasn't nailed dead onto the wall. As told, she reached out her hand and flipped it.

Behind the landscape painting was a door linked to a small room with only a tiny window. It looked really miserable.

"Do we sleep in separate rooms from now on? I'll sleep in here?" Yasmine was confounded, but she kept her calm and asked.

Were all of his ex-wives treated this way? Yasmine thought to herself.

She could imagine how sad and disappointed they were when they first opened the door.

They were not his wives, but objects that were hidden from the public.

Of course, so was she.

"Do you not understand things by now?" Sebastian spoke in a lazy tone. "Other than that, you should never stay for more than half a second in my room unless necessary. The only time you could exist here is to get your way out through the door. Do not even think to touch any of the things here, especially my bed." Of course, he sounded lazy, this was his seventh time saying this.

Sebastian pointed to the big clean bed behind him and emphasized, "Do not even come near it."

"... Do you have mysophobia?" Yasmine wondered.

"I'm just sick of disgusting creatures like you," Sebastian replied.

"Disgusting? What about the things you do between husband and wife?" Yasmine added.

"I won't touch a single hair of yours even if you're naked in front of me," Sebastian said. "Do you know why I got divorced with all six of them? This is one of the reasons. Tell me, which woman would bottle up the grievance of living like a 'widow' while being married to a husband who's actually alive?"

Yasmine did not respond.

She suddenly remembered her mother's words. A woman should never lose her heart even if she had to sacrifice her body.

She would not lose her body now, let alone her heart.

It was just that...

"Why? Why aren't you interested in women? Aren't you an ordinary man as well?" Yasmine squinted her beautiful big eyes at him.

She suddenly had a bold but reasonable guess. Was Sebastian gay?

"I am not gay. The fact that I don't like women, doesn't mean that I should like men.1' Sebastian seemed to have read Yasmine's mind and snapped at her, "And, I hate women. I dislike it more when they started asking why. You better learn how to keep quiet."

Yasmine didn't want to refute.

She smiled at Sebastian and said, "Well, goodnight then."

The door was closed, and she gently closed her eyes. She could finally relax.

If she wanted to achieve her goal, she had to stay with Sebastian. If she wanted to stay with him, she had to make peace with him.

There was still a long and challenging journey ahead of her.

Yasmine took a while to get herself together. She then took off her wedding gown revealing her creamy skin. She opened the wardrobe which was filled with women's clothing. They were of high quality with different pants, shirts, dresses and blouses. More importantly, the price tags were still attached to them, which meant that they had not been worn at all.

She picked up a modest-looking nightgown. As she was about to put it on, her tiny door suddenly opened.

Turning around, Yasmine found herself locking eyes with Sebastian.

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I" Yasmine quickly grabbed her nightgown to cover herself. "Why didn't you knock before coming in?!"

"I told you, I'm not interested in women." Sebastian snorted and ordered, "Wear your clothes and come out."

The door creaked shut again.

Yasmine couldn't understand what was that for, but she still went to Sebastian after changing.

"Anything that I could help you with?" asked Yasmine, wanting to find a place to sit at first but then she recalled his warnings and thought otherwise.