The Seventh Miserable Bride

Chapter 228

Tiffany Simons was just feeling disgruntled a while ago. However, she immediately burst into a smile after hearing Fynn's answer. They looked at each other affectionately, leaving goosebumps on Yasmine's skin. This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

Yasmine Taylor could not help but think that Sebastian and she have never had such sweet moments before.

"Tiffany, would you like to?" Madam Simons turned her gaze to her daughter.

"Mom, are you a priest? How could you ask me this question..." Tiffany ran upstairs shyly. Although she was usually carefree, she was still as shy as a little girl when it came to marriage.

"Madam Simons, I'll go look for the Young Master first. We still have something to discuss."

"Okay, you may go upstairs now."

Madam Simon's eyes were filled with joy. It seemed that she was quite satisfied with her son-in-law.

"Mom, that's rare. You're not picky about Fynn's family background."

"After a painful lesson, I realized that love is more important than anything. If I were to interfere in their lives too much, I would inevitably push them into an unfortunate abyss."

"Mom, it's nice of you to think so," Yasmine sighed sincerely. Fynn Jaymond was in Sebastian's study for two whole hours. When he was finally done with his work, a slender figure suddenly jumped out and hugged him from behind as he reached the stairs. He turned around in surprise and he was dragged into Tiffany's room before he could speak.

Tiffany could not wait to unbuckle his belt once the door was closed. Fynn jumped and stopped her in a hurry. "Tiffany, what are you doing? This is your home."

"Don't move. Just let me have a look,"

Tiffany quickly unbuckled his belt, pulled his pants down, and squatted on the ground. She blinked her watery eyes and hugged his thigh, examining it. Fynn took a deep breath and said, "Tiffany, don't do this. Get up. Let's go to my apartment."

Realizing that Fynn was thinking of something else, Tiffany patted him grumpily and said with a red face, "What are you thinking about? You're so annoying."

This seemed to have aroused Fynn instead. He was, after all, a hot-blooded man. How could he ignore such undisguised flirtation? He bent his body and picked Tiffany, who was squatting on the ground, up. He then pressed her against the wall. He held her face with his hands and immediately lowered his head to kiss her lips.

Her body trembled slightly as she was entangled deeper into the kiss.

Even though they had been intimate several times, she still could not seem to control her heartbeat when she faced him. Furthermore, he was not his usual tender loving self, and his beastly behavior seemed to have given her a different feeling. She took the initiative to put her hands around his neck and began to respond to him enthusiastically.

He kissed her nose lovingly. "It's all your fault for teasing me. How could you take my pants off as soon as we entered the room?"

"I just want to see if you have a birthmark on your leg," Tiffany looked at him in a daze.

"Who does it like that? Your head was buried under my crotch, just like a woman trying to please a man in a movie. How could I endure such a suggestive act?"

Fynn's eyes were filled with love. He lowered his head and sucked on her lips heavily.

After having a round of passion, Fynn took her into his arms and asked softly, "Why do you want to know if I have a birthmark on my thigh?"

"My sister-in-law said that someone called Master Blaine is looking for his lost son. According to my sister-in-law's intuition, that person is you..."

"Pfft!"

Fynn burst into laughter, "Your sister-in-law is going to be a fortune-teller. No wonder she looked like she had something to say to me earlier in the afternoon."

"But why don't you have a red birthmark on your leg?"

"Why should there be a red birthmark on my leg?"

He replied with a question. Tiffany frowned, "If you have one, you won't be an orphan..."

"What's wrong with being an orphan? I'm used to it. Do you mind, Tiffany?"

"No, I don't mind at all!"

Tiffany was afraid that Fynn might misinterpret her intentions, so she shook her head and said firmly, "It doesn't matter to me whether you are an orphan or not. Because I have always liked you, and not because of your family background."

Fynn kissed her forehead affectionately, "Thank you."

Fie got up, put his clothes on and was about to leave, but Tiffany was reluctant to let him go. She grabbed his arm and said coquettishly, "Don't go. You should spend the night here."

"No, although we are now lovers, we are not married yet. It would have a bad impact if I stay here for the night. I will be embarrassed if your family sees me tomorrow too."

"Must you leave?"

"Don't worry. When I'm done with my work, I'll officially propose to you. When that time comes, we'll have plenty of time to be together."

Fie kissed her delicate lips again and left her room. Fie crept downstairs and was ready to leave without anyone noticing, but he was unlucky enough to be caught by someone.

"Stop,"

Suddenly, a voice came from behind him, which made Fynn's heart skipped a beat. Fie turned around with a forced smile on his face. "President Sebastian."

"Why haven't you left yet?"

Sebastian looked at him in surprise. Fynn explained awkwardly, "Something happened just now."

Seeing that he had come out from the direction of his sister's room, Sebastian understood and deliberately teased him, "Aren't you bold now? You're even stealing my sister from me."

"We truly love each other from the bottom of our hearts..." Fynn quickly corrected him.

"Love each other? I used to lure you with three mansions, 10% of the company's shares, stocks, and dollars, but you still refused to date Tiffany. Now you're telling me that you love each other sincerely. Why should I believe you?"

Fynn took a deep breath and replied solemnly, "President Sebastian, no one can be certain of anything in the world, especially about relationships. You used to hate women so much yet you fell in love with your wife. I just didn't like Tiffany at that time, but I didn't hate her. Compared with you, why can't I fall in love with Tiffany?"

Sebastian was rendered speechless for a moment. Fie pretended to be angry and made a punching gesture, "Why are you still here? Do you want to stay here for the night?"

After Fynn left, Sebastian then made his way upstairs with some fresh fruits in his hands. Fie muttered to Yasmine, "Fynn is getting even bolder. Flow could he stay in my sister's room for so long." Yasmine was startled and she said disapprovingly, "They are in love with each other. Fynn was gentleman enough to leave. If it were you, hmph..."

"What about me?"

"If it were you, I wouldn't be able to get rid of you."

Sebastian huffed, "Was I so obsessed with you at that time? I didn't know about that."

Yasmine threw the magazine in her hand and pouted, "Stop it. The more you say it, the more furious I'll get. Sebastian, do you really love me? Why have you never flirted with me before?"

"I gave you twins and yet you're saying that I don't love you? Do you know how much I loved you to be able to give you two children at once?"

"God must have thought that I have suffered too much and chose to give me a blessing, That was why I ended up pregnant with twins. What does it have to do with your love?"

"Of course it has something to do with me. If it weren't for my love, would you be able to conceive a baby? Would you be able to conceive it alone?"

"Every woman can bear children. Does it mean that their husband loves them? Look at Tiffany and Fynn. Even a look in their eyes is so tacit that I am jealous of them!"

"Isn't it just a look? It's no big deal. Stand still!"

Sebastian pressed his hands on her shoulders and looked at her affectionately. Then, he winked at her. Fie asked with satisfaction, "Flow do you feel? Do you feel anything?"

Yasmine held back her laughter, "Yes, I do." "What kind of feeling?"

"I feel like puking,"

She covered her stomach and laughed loudly. She ran out of the bedroom before Sebastian could get angry.

After a long while, she returned to the room with a confused look.

"What's wrong? Did you lose your soul after going out for a while?"

Sebastian had already taken a shower and was lying on the bed, looking at the magazine that was left at the bedside by her.

"Honey, how could this be? Tiffany just told me that there isn't any red birthmark on Fynn's thigh."

Sebastian pinched his nose bridge and said, "How many times have I told you not to worry about these things? Don't worry about it and just take care of yourself. Why don't you listen to me?"

"Do you think I could ignore it so blatantly now that I have already known about it?"

"That's why I regret having told you about it."

"Is it that serious? I think I'd better become a nun. I'll eat vegetarian meals and pray every day. I will ignore all the things in the mortal world, perhaps you would only be satisfied then."

"What about the children?"

"The children can be born in the temple. They will be a little monk and a little nun, plus me, an old nun. I will come back with the children when you think that I'm capable of sharing your worries with you." "Well, that's a good idea."

"Sebastian Simons!"

Yasmine punched him furiously, "I'll go back to my parents' house tomorrow."

"Go back to your parents' house? If you are not afraid that Linda would skin you alive, please, go ahead."

"Who says that I'm going back to the Taylor Family? I'll go to F City. I'm going back to my uncle's house!"

Sebastian thought for a moment and said, "That's fine. Instead of having you overthink at home, it would be better to let you go to other places to have a rest. Maybe it will be better for the children."

"Hah, don't you dare go back on your words then! Don't call and beg me to come back when the time comes!"

"What? Are you going to sputter more nonsense? Let me tell you, I was caught by surprise the last time, otherwise, I wouldn't have come back with you so easily!"

Sebastian was stunned and he hugged her with a chuckle. "Okay, it's my fault. I'll take back what I said. You can go to F City, but you have to come back in a week."

"What should we do about Fynn then?"

Sebastian was speechless. "What do you mean?"