The Seventh Miserable Bride

Chapter 162

"But what should we do?"

"I almost got her the last time, but my stupid son ruined it. Just thinking of it makes me so angry."

"Oh? What happened?"

Richie Lind told Abigail Tanner about what had happened that night. After listening for a while, Abigail fell into a deep thought, and an idea quietly brewed in her mind.

"Uncle Lind, don't be angry. It seems to me that you still have the upper hand in this."

Richie was stunned and he shook his head. "There's no other way. She fell for it last time so she won't fall for it again."

"I didn't ask you to use your old trick, but..."

Abigail leaned forward and gave him an idea.

"Is this a good idea?"

"Why not? Sebastian didn't look for you after that, did he?"

"No."

"That's right. It shows that she is worried that Sebastian would get upset, and so she didn't dare to tell other people about it. As long as you do as I say, you will definitely be successful."

Richie thought for a moment and said, "Okay, it's settled then. I'll ask her out later and call you tonight." After exchanging numbers, they left the cafe one after another.

Abigail didn't realise that Ethan Zordon had been sitting behind her when she and Richie were plotting. They were both so focused on talking and they didn't notice his presence.

Richie left the coffee shop and arrived at the gate of Mansion House. He handed the guard a letter and told the guard to hand it to Yasmine Taylor. Then, he left quickly.

When Yasmine opened the letter, there were only a few words on it. "Your uncle is in trouble. Let's meet at Starville Cafe on Odish Street if you wish to know the details."

She felt confused and couldn't figure out who the sender of the letter was. However, it had been two months since she last contacted her uncle. As such, she couldn't help but worry. She immediately hurried to the location.

Richie sat in the cafe confidently, waiting for Yasmine to take the bait. He took out a recording pen from under his arms, smiled sinisterly, and inserted the pen into his pocket.

At this moment, there was a person staring at him from the opposite side of the cafe, but Richie did not notice that person.

That person was Ethan. After coming out of the cafe, he followed Richie to this place.

When Yasmine arrived at the cafe, Ethan, who was sitting on the first floor, saw her. However, he did not stop her from entering.

Standing in the center of the cafe, Yasmine looked around quickly. When she saw Richie, who was smiling at her, she turned around and was about to leave. Richie stood up and said. "Yasmine, don't you want to know where your uncle is now?"

She suddenly stopped. Although she didn't want to see this person at all, she turned back for her uncle's sake.

As soon as she sat down, she heard the ping of a text message from her cell phone. She took it out and looked at it. There were only eight words: "This person is lying. Please be very careful."

Yasmine looked out of the window in shock and met Ethan's eyes. She quickly put the phone back into her pocket.

"Where is my uncle?"

Richie smiled and said, "I will tell you about your uncle's situation in detail, but before we talk about your uncle, let's talk about what happened that night."

"What happened that night?"

Yasmine knew that he had plans to deceive her, so she pretended to be confused.

"The night when you slept with my son."

Yasmine slapped the table and said, "Uncle Lind, please watch your words. When did I sleep with your son?"

Richie was stunned. Obviously, he didn't think that Yasmine would refuse to admit to it.

"Your memory is already so bad at such a young age. Didn't you have physical relations with my son the night you sent him back?" around quickly. When she saw Richie, who was smiling at her, she turned around and was about to leave. Richie stood up and said. "Yasmine, don't you want to know where your uncle is now?"

She suddenly stopped. Although she didn't want to see this person at all, she turned back for her uncle's sake.

As soon as she sat down, she heard the ping of a text message from her cell phone. She took it out and looked at it. There were only eight words: "This person is lying. Please be very careful."

Yasmine looked out of the window in shock and met Ethan's eyes. She quickly put the phone back into her pocket.

"Where is my uncle?"

Richie smiled and said, "I will tell you about your uncle's situation in detail, but before we talk about your uncle, let's talk about what happened that night."

"What happened that night?"

Yasmine knew that he had plans to deceive her, so she pretended to be confused.

"The night when you slept with my son."

Yasmine slapped the table and said, "Uncle Lind, please watch your words. When did I sleep with your son?"

Richie was stunned. Obviously, he didn't think that Yasmine would refuse to admit to it.

"Your memory is already so bad at such a young age. Didn't you have physical relations with my son the night you sent him back?" "If you continue to insult me, I will sue you for slandering me."

"Humph, don't pretend. I have the evidence."

"That's good. Show me the evidence."

Richie's face fell. "My silly son has destroyed the evidence on your command, but this is the indisputable truth. Even if there is no evidence, you can't pretend that whatever that had happened that night were untrue."

He tried to aggravate Yasmine so that he could trick her into admitting that she had slept with his son that night. No matter what the truth was, as long as she admitted that they were on the same bed, it was enough. People's imagination will do the rest.

"Your trickeries."

Yasmine stared at him coldly. All of a sudden, she smiled mockingly.

"What are you laughing at?"

Richie's heart skipped a beat, and he had a bad feeling.

"I'm laughing at your stupidity."

Yasmine stretched out her hand and pulled the recording pen from his chest. "This is such a common tool. Did you think that I would be stupid enough to fall into your trap?"

Even if Ethan did not send her that text message, she saw through Richie's plan the moment she sat down.

She could practically see through what Richie was thinking. He stood up angrily. Just as he was about to leave, Yasmine said again, "Richie Lind, this is your last warning. If you stop here, I will pretend that none of these had happened for Leighton's sake. But if you insist on behaving in this way, then I will not hold back anymore."

This was the first time Yasmine had referred to Richie as 'Uncle Lind'. She even used his full name. Richie was so angry that he gnashed his teeth and said, "Don't forget that I was there for you during your difficult moments."

"Yes, you did help me. If my mother didn't die, I would be grateful to you. Unfortunately, my mother died, and your kindness to me ended there. I'm not the softhearted person you think I am. I even

dared to send even my biological father to prison, let alone you, a person who is unrelated to me."

Richie left awkwardly. Yasmine stared at the clear tea in her hands and agreed with what Sebastian had said. There was no need to consider the feelings of those who didn't consider your own feelings.

She pondered for a moment, then suddenly raised her head and looked at the other end of the cafe, only to find that Ethan had already left.

For three whole days, Ethan did not look for Abigail. On the fourth day, he arrived at the door of Abigail's apartment. Abigail was very happy to see him. She took his hand and asked, "Ethan, where have you been? Why haven't I seen you over the past few days?"

"Now that you have your full attention on Sebastian, it doesn't matter if you see me or not." Ethan shook her hand off coldly.

Abigail was stunned. She was very surprised by his indifference. "What's wrong with you?"

"I should be the one asking you that question."

What Ethan said confused Abigail. She was even more puzzled. "What do you mean by that?"

"What's wrong with you? Why does it feel like you're slowly turning into another person? Can't you just give your ex your blessings instead of trying to win him back?"

Abigail's eyes darkened. "You don't have to worry about that."

"If you were nobody to me, I would not have meddled in your business. But now, I won't be able to care even if I wanted to."

Ethan did not hide his disappointment. "Even if I took my heart out and gave it to you, you would rather throw it on the ground than to look at it."

"Ethan, to me, you are just second to your cousin. Therefore, don't put yourself down, okay?"

"Do you even love me?"

His tone was mocking. "Am I anything to you aside from being the one you could rely on when you're sad, helpless, and desperate?"

Abigail was silent.

"Abigail, don't do this anymore. Don't get me more and more disappointed in you. Leave this place with

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me...

"I'm sorry, Ethan. I won't leave with you again, even if it means letting you down. Three years ago, I made a mistake when I left with you. I won't make the same mistake again. So, even if I die, I will die on this land."

"You're not making the same mistake. This is the wisest choice you could make now. If you don't leave now, it will then become a serious mistake. What should I do to wake you up so that you would come to realize this?"

Ethan muttered to her angrily.

"I'm very clear about what I want. You don't need to do anything because I know what I'm doing. If you don't support me, then don't interfere with my affairs anymore."

Abigail's stubborn attitude made Ethan extremely sad. He got up and was about to leave, but he inadvertently saw a box of medicine on the table. When he picked it up and looked at it, his face instantly darkened. "What's this?"

He quivered as he questioned the woman standing by the window.

"Nothing."

Abigail hurried forward to grab the medicine in his hand. She explained with a twinkle in her eyes, "I was having a cold."

"Abigail!"

Ethan was at his wits' end. "Why do you always treat me like I'm a fool? Do you eat Clomiphene when you catch a cold? I know that those are pills that help you ovulate. What on earth are you trying to do?"

"I've told you not to worry about me. Why are you meddling in my affairs? You're not my man. I don't need to answer to you."

Ethan was in utter despair. He nodded blankly and said, "Well, from now on, I won't care about you anymore. But as your friend of many years, I sincerely advise you to think twice before you act. If you don't stop this in time, one day, you will end up with nothing. You'd lose your dignity, your relatives, and your friends. You would lose everything you have now, including me."

After Ethan finished his warning, he left resolutely. Abigail was stunned for a moment. She burst into hysterical tears and collapsed to the ground.

There was a full moon that night. Yasmine rested her chin on both hands and stared blankly at the starry sky.

Sebastian returned home after a business dinner, but he did not see his wife. Therefore, he took out his mobile phone and dialled her number. Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

"Where are you?"

"At home..."

"Then why don't I see you?"

"I've not finished my sentence. I'm in the backyard."

He immediately ended the call, ran downstairs, and headed for the backyard.

Among the rich fragrance of the flowers, Yasmine was sitting on the steps, clearly in a good mood. Sebastian smiled and walked over to her. He bent down and asked, "Why are you here?"

"Looking at the moon." She answered calmly.

Sebastian sat down next to her and raised his head. "Can't you enjoy the moon somewhere else? Aren't you worried about the mosquitoes sucking all your blood?"

"Would I still be talking to you if my blood were already all sucked away?"

He smiled and put his arm around her shoulders. "If you have something on your mind, just tell me."

Yasmine Taylor shrugged. "There isn't any. We can't spend everyday worrying." She lowered her head dejectedly and fiddled with a pot of succulents with her feet.

Sebastian Simons lifted her face and said, "Tsk tsk, you obviously have something on your mind, but yet you insist on being stubborn. Looks like I have to give you a dose of sweetness."

Before she could react, there was a pressure on her lips and she fell to the ground. Sebastian stretched out his arm in time to catch her. Yasmine felt the air in her chest compress so quickly that she could hardly breathe. Despite that, the pressure against her lips did not reduce. The man who was kissing her played with her hair. The kiss was slow but enough to help her forget all her troubles.

Given the romantic moonlight, Yasmine gradually lost herself, and all her senses wandered to her lips and teeth.

"Yasmine, let's go back into the house, okay?"

Sebastian panted as he spoke. His hands had been restlessly moving across her body. Yasmine's face was flushed. But before she could answer, she heard a scream. They were so shocked that they let go of each other. They traced the source of the scream and realized that it came from Tiffany Simons, Yasmine's sister-in-law.

"Sebastian! Yasmine! Can't you two just get a room? Do you have to go outside and show off your love to the public? Furthermore, this is my territory!"

Sebastian smiled grumpily. He said, "Your territory?"

"The place where you're sitting now is my territory, and I'm the one who planted all those flowers and grass!"

Yasmine was so embarrassed that she wanted to find a hole to hide in. She explained awkwardly, "Tiffany, I'm sorry, your brother is a little drunk."

"I'm not drunk."

Sebastian immediately interrupted.

She pinched him and muttered in a low voice, "If you don't speak, no one will think that you are mute."

"I really can't stand it. Why does this kind of thing happen to me all the time? Ah, I'm breaking down. I'm breaking down. I don't want to live anymore..."

Tiffany covered her face and ran away angrily. Yasmine rebuked Sebastian angrily, "It's all your fault."

"How was I to know that this little girl would be running around at midnight?"

The two of them stared at each other. Thirty seconds later, they both burst into laughter.

"What did we say just now?" Sebastian asked.

"Nothing. You were kissing me." "Before our kiss?"

"I don't remember."

Yasmine leaned into Sebastian's arms and said slowly, "Sebastian, can I ask you a question?"

"Of course. What is it?"

"Did you already have a name for your future child when you were with Abigail?"

Sebastian's body suddenly stiffened and he said angrily, "Why are you asking me this?"

"It's just a casual question. Is it true?"

"I don't remember. It's been too long."

He obviously didn't want to talk about this. However, he was curious. "Who told you that?"

"What do you think? Abigail, of course."

"Did she look for you?"

"Yes."

"She didn't say anything else, did she?"

Yasmine raised her head. "Is there anything else to talk about?"