"I don't know!" Sebastian answered impatiently. He sat down on the sofa and ordered the maid, "Water."
"You have no idea? You went out with her this morning, and you lost her?"
Mila Simons flew into a rage. Could her son stop making her worried for once?
Sebastian gulped the glass full of water and was obviously too lazy to respond. Mila was anxious and quickly called Madam Taylor. After she dropped the call, her face crumbled.
"Madam Taylor said both of you left together. Where did you lose Yasmine?"
"She's good as gone." Sebastian said aloofly.
"What are you talking about? How could you say that as her husband?" Mila questioned.
"That woman got off the car on the way back, and I couldn't do anything about it."
"So you left her alone and came home?"
"What else am I supposed to do? Do you want me to beg her?"
Sebastian gave a disdainful look. Women were just ornaments to him. He couldn't care less for them.
"You can't just leave her alone on the road. Women need to feel loved. Will you die being nice? Go and get her back!" Mila ordered her son.
"Am I that kind of person who would be sweet to anyone? Have you ever seen me doing that?"
Sebastian snorted, got up and made his way to his room.
As a mother, Mila knew her son's temper best. She was afraid that her son might burst into anger, so she toned herself down and said, "Well, since you refuse to look for her, can you please at least call her and ask where she is now? So that I can send someone to pick her up."
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