The Seventh Miserable Bride

Chapter 149

Yasmine gasped when she heard what Leighton said. Sure enough, Sebastian's face had turned livid.

He grabbed Leighton's arm rudely and said, "Follow

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me.

"Let me go, let me go!"

Leighton struggled with all his strength. Yasmine panicked and hurriedly stopped Sebastian. "What are you doing?! You're scaring him."

Sebastian suppressed his anger as he turned to face her. "I'm. Taking. Him. To. Sleep," he said, making sure to enunciate each word.

"Where are you taking him to sleep?"

"The hotel."

"Why go to a hotel? Isn't there a guest room at home?"

Sebastian raised his eyebrows and said, "Didn't you hear what the boy said? He wants to sleep with you? Why? Do you want to do the same?"

Yasmine snorted angrily and pulled Sebastian's hand from Leighton's arm. "That's enough. Why are you being jealous?"

She told Leighton patiently and gently, "Leighton, two unmarried people cannot sleep together. You can sleep here, and I'll sleep next door, okay?"

Leighton lowered his head, as if he was very unhappy. "Come on, I'll sing you a lullaby."

Yasmine winked at Sebastian, implying for him to leave.

Sebastian stood still and watched helplessly as Yasmine pulled Leighton to the bed, coaxed him to sleep as if he were a child, and sang like a mother, "Twinkle-twinkle little star...."

Her soft voice filled every corner of the room, and Leighton gradually fell asleep. Sebastian walked over and said sarcastically, "A grown man that needs a lullaby to fall asleep. He's really an embarrassment."

"Will you die if you stop talking?"

Yasmine rolled her eyes at him and covered Leighton with a quilt. Then, she pushed Sebastian out of the room and gently closed the door.

Watching her gentle movements, Sebastian got even more jealous. When he returned to the room, he lifted the quilt and lay down, ignoring Yasmine. Yasmine stared at his cold and hard back and said, "Turn around."

He didn't speak or move.

"I asked you to turn around. Did you hear me?"

Yasmine pulled his shoulder forcefully, trying to make him face her, but he was so determined that she couldn't move him at all.

"You're determined not to turn around, aren't you? Okay, I'll go and sleep with Leighton then."

She pretended to get out of bed. As expected, this trick worked. Before her feet could touch the ground, Sebastian pulled her back with his strong arm and held her tightly.

He hugged her so tightly that she almost couldn't breathe, but she felt very happy as her delicate red lips curled upwards.

"Sing me a song."

"Huh?"

Yasmine thought that she heard him wrongly. She widened her eyes in disbelief.

"I asked you to sing me a song."

"Which song?"

she asked, confused.

"That one with the stars and all that..."

"Puff!"

Yasmine couldn't help but laugh out loud. Her husband was so cute, and she immediately started singing in her soft voice. Her beautiful voice gave him the feeling of a carefree childhood. Sebastian's eyebrows gradually smoothed out, and his thin lips raised into a beautiful arc as he closed his eyes.

The next morning, Yasmine got up and opened the door to check on Leighton. As soon as the door opened, Leighton curled up in front of her like a Buddha sitting on the floor. She was really shocked. So that he wouldn't see Sebastian who was still sleeping on the bed, she quickly closed the door and squatted down. "Leighton, why are you sitting here?"

"I'm waiting for you to get up."

"You don't have to sit on the ground. Get up quickly." She reached out and pulled him up, then she took him downstairs.

During breakfast, Leighton was feeling nervous and he did not dare to look up. Although he was slow, he could feel everyone staring at him. Their gaze made him feel as if he was sitting on pins and needles, especially because of Tiffany, who was staring at him with her big eyes. She secretly sighed. What a shame that such a handsome guy was mentally disabled.

"Mom and dad, I'll send him back after dinner."

"Have you contacted his family?"

"Yes, I've contacted them."

Sebastian interrupted grumpily, "Why are you sending him? Can't they pick him up?"

"His father will be busy for two days."

"Give me the address and I'll ask someone to send him back. You can stay at home and relax. You don't have to go anywhere."

"But..."

"No buts. It's settled."

Sebastian got up and said, "I'm going to work now. When Fynn gets here, let him handle it."

Then, without waiting to see if Yasmine agreed or not, he picked up his car keys and left the house.

Yasmine thought that he was just talking, but then Fynn actually arrived. As soon as he entered the house, he asked, "Madam, President Sebastian arranged for me to come here. Please tell me what you need." "Yes, please send him home."

Yasmine pointed at Leighton.

"I don't want to go home with him. I want to be with you."

Leighton glared at Fynn as if Fynn was the enemy, and he hid behind Yasmine like a frightened bird.

Yasmine could not bear to see him like this. After thinking for a few seconds, she said, "Forget it, you go back to work. I'll send him home myself."

"But I was sent by President Sebastian. If I go back like this, I won't be able to answer him."

"It doesn't matter. I will explain it to him then."

She took Leighton's hand and comforted him softly, "Don't be afraid. I'll go with you."

Yasmine put Leighton into the car and started the engine. The car quickly drove through the gate of Mansion Flouse.

Fynn stood in front of the car and sighed softly. Fie opened the door and was about to leave before he suddenly glanced up and inadvertently saw Tiffany who was standing in front of the window on the second floor, looking at him with a leisurely look on her face.

It had been more than a month since their last quarrel. The two of them hadn't seen each other since, let alone talked to each other.

At this moment, they looked at each other with embarrassment. Fynn smiled at her, but Tiffany lowered her head and let go of the curtain between her fingers. After returning to the office, Fynn went to the president's office. Sebastian frowned and asked, "Why are you back already?"

"Mrs. Simons won't let me take him. She's sending Leighton back herself."

Sebastian rubbed his forehead in annoyance, stood up, and walked in front of the French windows. Fie put his hands on his hips and shouted, "Must you obey her? Whose orders are you taking?"

Fynn explained innocently, "I listen to you, but I have to listen to your wife too."

"Then why didn't you follow her? Flow can you let her go alone to a place so far away?"

"I wanted to follow her, but Mrs. Simons didn't let me. She said she was very familiar with that place."

Sebastian was so angry that he frowned and asked, "Did she say when she will be back?" This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

"About two days for the return trip."

As soon as he finished speaking, Sebastian's cell phone rang. When he saw that it was Yasmine, he immediately answered, "Hello?"

"Floney, are you scolding Fynn?"

"You've gotten more and more stubborn. You don't listen to me anymore, do you?"

"Of course not. I just wanted to send Leighton away as soon as possible so that he won't get in the way."

"Why do you have to be the one to send him back? Why can't you let other people take him?"

"Leighton is afraid of strangers. He is afraid of everyone except me. If I don't bring him back, he won't leave. So, should I bring him back or not? You tell me."

Yasmine's words made sense. Sebastian had seen for him last night how particularly dependent Leighton was on Yasmine.

"Okay, I'll spare you this time. If you dare to disobey my orders next time, I'll teach you a lesson."

"I see, honey. I love you."

Yasmine's sugar-coated words were like bullets that pierced through Sebastian's anger. The stiff lines on his face softened, and his tone became doting. "Be careful on the road. Come back as soon as you're done."

"Yes, sir."

Yasmine took the opportunity to call Sebastian when Leighton was asleep. After hanging up, she took off her coat and covered him with it, and then continued driving.

After hanging up the phone, Sebastian was in a good mood. He said to Fynn with a smile, "Fynn, next time find a wife who will be obedient. Disobedient women will make you worry all day long."

Fynn said playfully, "Really? Look at you, President Sebastian, you're grinning so hard that you can't even close your mouth. Worrying is also a kind of happiness, right?"

"That's enough, let's get to work."

Sebastian sent him out, reminiscing on Yasmine's words: "I love you". Suddenly, he was in high spirits.

Yasmine arrived at T City in the evening. She stopped her car in front of the Lind family's villa and led Leighton into the house. When Madam Lind saw her son, she rushed over, distressed and angry. "Leighton, why did you run away again? I was so worried about you."

Ignoring his mother's rebuke, Leighton grabbed Yasmine's arm and said, "Yasmine, don't go. I won't let you go."

Richie Lind looked at his son's reluctant face. There was a subtle and complicated look in his eyes. He smiled and told Yasmine, "Yasmine, it's been a long time since we last saw each other. Would you stay over for dinner tonight?"

Yasmine shook her head and said, "No, I have something to do when I get back. I won't bother you."

Madam Lind's face fell. Yasmine had been unwilling to spend even one minute in their house since she got married as if she would lose some flesh of her body if she stayed for even a moment longer.

Richie was also very unhappy, but he didn't show it on his face. "Let's have a cup of tea. After travelling so far to send Leighton back, you should have a drink before leaving."

After saying that, she invited Yasmine to sit in the the living room. Yasmine felt that if she refused again, it would be embarrassing and rude, so she followed Richie and sat down on the sofa.

Madam Lind brought two cups of hot tea over. Seeing that Yasmine had not left, Leighton sat down beside her happily.

"Leighton, go back to your room. I have something to talk to Yasmine about," said Richie.

Leighton shook his head. "I'm not leaving."

"Be a good boy, okay? We will only be chatting for a while. I promise you that Yasmine will not leave," he promised.