The Seventh Miserable Bride

Chapter 44

As the waiter sent over a menu, Sebastian Simons signaled her to order, but she pushed it to him and said, "You order. I'm not familiar with this place. I don't know what tastes good."

He did not refuse. He opened it casually and pointed at a few signature dishes to the waiter. Meanwhile, Yasmine Taylor was staring at him intently when he suddenly closed the menu and raised his head. Their eyes met and she quickly looked away, embarrassed.

"Just say what's on your mind,"

Sebastian prompted, noticing that she was hesitant to speak.

"I'm just a little curious. Why did you suddenly propose to eat out?" she asked.

"What's wrong? Is it against your oppressive rule?" he said sarcastically.

Yasmine shook her head. "No. I just didn't think that you have the habit of eating supper," she explained.

"There are a lot of things that you don't know. You're not expected to know everything."

Sebastian pointed in the direction of the wine cabinet with his slender fingers and asked, "Would you like to have a few drinks?"

"No, no," she rejected.

Thinking about her drunken blunder after drinking the other time, she refused without a second thought.

The waiter served the food with great efficiency. The dishes were exquisite and appetizing. Yasmine was starving, so she immediately indulged in the food.

"How's it?" he asked.

"Delicious," she commented.

"Compared to instant noodles?" he questioned further.

"This is so much better," she replied.

She was smiling from ear to ear. Sebastian gazed at her in a daze and said all of a sudden, "Have a baby."

Puff...

Yasmine almost spat out a mouthful of hot soup. She raised her head in shock and stuttered, "Who... who's going to have a baby?"

"What do you think?" He raised his eyebrows.

"Me and you?"

"Nonsense. Who else do you want to have a baby with, if not with me?"

A black line crossed over her head, and Yasmine felt like it was the end of the world. The man who regarded women as disgusting creatures actually took the initiated the idea to have a child. It was really unbelievable and intimidating.

"But you don't love me," she argued.

"Who said that love was necessary to have a child?" he challenged. "Doesn't that make me just a baby- making machine?" she asked.

"So you're unwilling to do it?" he questioned.

She smiled awkwardly and said, "It's not that I'm unwilling. I just think that you should think about it carefully. You don't seem to be sober now."

"I'm very clear-headed now, and I've considered it carefully," he defended.

"Then let me think about it. For such a matter, each of us has to be mentally prepared," she said.

Sebastian nodded and said, "Well, I'll give you three days to think about it. Give me an answer three days from now."

"Three days?" Her eyes widened. "That's too soon, isn't it?"

"Too soon? Do you need thirty years?" he sneered.

"Thirty years? That's too long..." her voice trailed.

"Exactly. I don't mind giving you more time to think about it. I'm just afraid that by that time, you won't be able to give birth anymore," he commented.

"It's not a big deal to me if I can't give birth to a child. But waiting for thirty years is a big deal to someone who changes partners as if changing clothes, like you," she blurted.

The first round of wrangle ended after Sebastian rolled his eyes at her, and said that she knew him well.

After filling their stomachs, they went out of the restaurant. Yasmine looked at her watch and found that it was already two o'clock in the wee hours of the morning.

She sighed. It was her first time staying up so late. She was used to being disciplined so she did not know and was not curious to know what the night would be like past midnight. But now, standing under the moonlight and starlight, she suddenly felt precious tranquility.

This peacefulness was extremely rare in the bustling city during the day.

"What are you looking at? Let's go," he ordered.

Sebastian had already sat in the car. When he saw Yasmine looking up at the sky like a fool, he reminded her to get in the car gruffly. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

"Oh, okay."

She quickly opened the door, got in, looked straight ahead, and said, "Okay, let's go."

"Well,"

Sebastian's voice trailed off as he eye-signaled her to fasten her seat belt. She waved lazily and said, "It's okay. We'll be home very soon. There's no traffic police in the middle of the night."

"Don't have so much faith in my driving skills. As you said, I may not be sober now."

As he spoke, he suddenly leaned over and reached out to fasten the seat belt for her, which aroused Yasmine's vague memory. She remembered the last time they came out for dinner together, he was also this close to her. However, at that time, she could take advantage of her drunkenness to wantonly touch his face. This time, she could only hold her breath and dared not move. As Sebastian drove, Yasmine felt torrid for no reason. She wound down the window and stuck her head out slightly to feel the breeze caressing her face.

After a while, she could not hold back her doubts, so she turned back and asked, "Why did you propose having a baby all of a sudden?"

"Take a guess."

Sebastian gave her a meaningful glance.

She thought for a few seconds and said uncertainly, "You might have fallen in love with me and want me to be the final destination for your multiple marriage adventure."

"My god." Sebastian did not know whether to laugh or cry, and he rolled his eyes hearing her unexpected reply.

"What's wrong? Was I wrong?" she asked.

"So much nonsense," he said.

Yasmine rolled her eyes and grumbled unhappily, "Then don't ask me to guess. What else do you think a man wants if he proposes to have a baby with a woman, except that he wants to spend the rest of his life with that woman and build a complete family?"

"That's the mentality of a normal man, but am I a normal man?"

Sebastian asked in reply and made her speechless. He was right; he was no normal man. How could she think of him the way she would other men?

As both of them did not speak the same language, they fell silent.

When the car was approaching the doorstep, he suddenly said something nonsensical, "Because you're smart."

"What?"

Yasmine was confused.

"Didn't you ask me why I proposed to have a baby? This is the reason. Because you are smart enough, you are qualified to give birth to my offspring."

"So, you just want a smart child, and you don't care who the child's mother is?" she asked.

"You could say so," he replied.

Yasmine took a deep breath. Such an answer made her extremely unhappy as it was obvious that he was using her as a baby-making machine.

"Then you've overestimated me. I'm not as smart as you think. It can be seen from my misinterpreting your intention," she said bluntly.

Sebastian smiled disapprovingly and said, "Even the smartest person can't always correctly read other people's minds. It's not that one is not smart, but that the other is too weird."

"Why do you think I'm smart? Is it because I'm a teacher, so you think I have a higher IQ?" she questioned.

"Your profession is one of the reasons, but there are other things that can also prove it," he answered.

"For example?" she asked.

"For example, when you made your father donate ten million dollars to charity," he replied. Yasmine touched her forehead and sighed. She said with hesitation, "That's not intelligence. It's a trick. It's a terrible act."

"You must be smart enough to play tricks successfully," he said.

"This kind of cleverness is not a good way to educate. Most parents, if not all, hope that their children can grow up to be righteous and honest," she debated.

"What others hope for doesn't represent my stand. As a descendant of the Simons family, I'm destined to shoulder the heavy responsibility of the family's empire the moment I was born. Of course, tricks are part and parcel of wisdom."

Yasmine was completely speechless. This man was really terrifying.

When the car came to a halt, they got out of the car. Sebastian habitually walked in the front, while Yasmine followed him closely behind.

"Don't step on my shadow,"

he suddenly turned around and warned.

Huh! Yasmine was dumbstruck again. Did he have to be so fastidious? It's fine if he did not want to walk side by side with her, but he even did not allow her to step on his shadow. She began to imagine that if she really gave birth to a child with this man, the child might have some weird and unexpected personalities...

"I have another question. If I really give birth to a child, what about me?" she asked.

Sebastian did not understand what she meant, so she explained in a different way, "That is to say, how are you going to settle me down?"

"You?" He shrugged and said, "Just go back to wherever you came from."

"No way. Can you bear seeing your child growing without a mother?"

Yasmine was dumbfounded again. What kind of a weirdo was he?

"What's wrong with having no mother? Fynn has no parents, but still, he grew up well, and his IQ index is not lower than anyone else."

"..." Sure enough, they did not speak the same language.

Upon reaching upstairs, before entering the secret chamber, she turned back and asked, "Were your previous wives idiots? Or were there smart ones, but they were unwilling to give birth to a

baby?"

"Whether or not they were idiots I'm not sure, because I didn't get along much with them. You're a special one."

Her heart skipped a beat. She pretended to ask casually, "What's special about me?"

"You don't seem that annoying and I don't feel burdened getting along with you. So, I'm closer to you."

Thank goodness, he finally said something that made her feel comfortable.

"Tell me about your ex-wives. In fact, I've always been quite curious about them."

Yasmine rushed to Sebastian. Taking advantage of the harmony between them tonight, she felt a little smug and boldly talked about a topic that challenged his bottom-line.

"Are we that close? How dare you sit on my bed like this now?" he questioned.

"I'm your future child's mother. How are we not close? Go ahead, tell me," she pestered.

"That's enough, don't be insatiable. Go back to your room."

Sebastian resolutely ordered her to leave, but Yasmin did not take it seriously and continued to pester him.

After having enough of her, he took off his clothes, lay down on the bed, gestured at the empty space next to him, and said, "Since you want to know so badly, come and lie down here. We'll talk while doing it."