Sebastian Simons was pacing back and forth in the room. To say he was in a very bad mood was an understatement. The thing he cared most was his image, but that woman made him lose it all in a night.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he was. He looked at his watch. It was already 10:30 p.m, yet she hadn't come home. Was she disregarding the Simons? In a rage, Sebastian took out his phone, planning to give her a call, but only to find out that he didn't have her number.
He tossed his phone onto his bed, cursing. As he went to pull the door open, lo, and behold, he saw the woman standing outside there.
He was stunned for a while, and then smirked mockingly, "Why did you come back? I thought you would stay over in that man's house?"
Yasmine Taylor took a deep breath and calmly explained, "It's not what you think."
"It's not what I think?" Sebastian grabbed her wrist and dragged her inside forcefully. Slamming the door, he demanded, "Well, you should at least explain. You left with him in front of me. What's with both of you?"
"I can explain. But before that, I have to restate, I didn't follow him, I was taken away by him."
"So?" Sebastian asked. "What I am trying to say is, I did not mean to embarrass you. I wasn't expecting it as well."
"Didn't you say the man has nothing to do with you? Since both of you weren't even close, why did he do that?"
Yasmine lowered her head and whispered, "He likes
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