The Seventh Miserable Bride novel Chapter 251

Before she came upstairs, she had already told him that there was something important she needed to discuss with him. He should be making his way upstairs soon.

Just as she had expected, she heard familiar footsteps coming from outside the door after waiting for a while. Sebastian Simons pushed the bedroom door open and he was caught by surprise. He quickly closed the door and looked at her as though he had seen a monster. Suddenly, he said, "What are you doing? Are you on heat?"

On heat... Yasmine Taylor was boiling with anger. How could he use such a vulgar word to describe her?

She got up and turned on the TV. Soon, there were sexy and hot scenes being played on the screen.

"Honey, take a shower. I'll be waiting for you right here..."

She gave him a gentle push, but he turned around and started to walk towards the door. It wasn't the bathroom door that he was headed towards to, instead, it was the bedroom door.

"Hey, where are you going?"

She grabbed him immediately, her eyes were full of confusion.

"I need to get back to work. There are still a bunch of things that I need to attend to." Work... How could he still have the mood to work at this moment? Yasmine felt her frustration kicking in.

She blushed, her face red as a tomato. "Don't you feel anything when you saw what the girl was doing just now?"

"No."

"Why?"

"Why must I feel something? I don't even know her!"

"But... but she's a woman... You can... just pretend that she's me!"

Hearing this sentence, Sebastian was quite interested. He turned around and faced her. The corners of his lips twitched and he asked, "And how am I suppose to do that?"

"Just think of... Uh..... that time... with me..."

Yasmine was blushing furiously.

"Do you know as many positions as she does?"

'Do you have as many expressions as her?"

'Is your voice as flirtatious as hers?"

"Tell me, how am I supposed to pretend that she's you?"

Sebastian turned around and walked out. Yasmine's eyes were flashing with fury, her blood boiling with anger. Was this really the seven- year itch? She was surprised that he could still control himself. Their marriage was not about to fall apart, was it?

She was not about to give up even though she had failed the first time. She was going to give it another shot when Sebastian was finally done with work for the day.

As soon as Sebastian entered the bedroom, he saw Yasmine standing in front of their bathroom, wearing his shirt. Her whole body was wet. Her long black hair was dripping with water and was smoothed back, revealing her forehead. The water from her hair fell drop by drop, jumping into his heart with waves of ripples.

The shirt that she was wearing was thin and it completely outlined her delicate curves. The curves that were made obvious by water were the most attractive, like a fruit that was covered with dew. It made people want to rush forward and take a bite.

As his eyes shifted downwards, he could see her slender pale thighs. Her skin was delicate and well-proportioned. A few drops of water were sliding down along the outline of her legs, from the thighs to the calves, to the thin and round ankles.

She was trying to seduce him with her body.

He remained on the spot. She then decided to walk up to him, hook her hands around his neck, and kiss his nose bridge. Her lips trailed downwards and found his lips. She then intruded his mouth with her tongue. She kissed him passionately as she continued to tease him.

Soon, Sebastian was aroused. He couldn't bear it anymore. He had suppressed his urge to relieve himself for the past 3 hours. He initially thought of neglecting her for a while and let her reflect on having gone against his orders. However, who would have thought that he would break so easily when faced with her beauty. It made him realize that she had him wrapped around her fingers.

The sound of breathing became faster between the two.

Yasmine began to take off his clothes. She touched his rising chest with her hand and tears streamed down subconsciously. This man loved her, and that seven-year itch was total bulls**t. It was clear that this man loved her deeply.

"Yasmine, how could I possibly go on when you're crying?"