Yasmine Taylor stormed towards her room. Just as quickly, Sebastian Simons pulled her back and said aggressively, "Who said you can go in?"
"I'm going to pack my things. Aren't you chasing me out?"
"What, so are you giving up so easily? Didn't you just go against me two days ago? Just to stay in this house? Where did the determination go? Did that guy promise you a new home so you are leaving now?" Sebastian sneered at her.
"How many times do I have to tell you? It's not what you think."
"I only believe what I saw with my naked eyes."
In the face of his aggressive attitude, Yasmine lowered her head thoughtfully and replied. "Are you jealous then?" she asked.
"Ha, jealous?" Sebastian pointed at the bathroom sarcastically, "Take a look at yourself in the mirror."
"It's okay. I have a mirror in my room."
She glared at him and dived behind the painting, entering her prison- like room. Sebastian followed behind. Yasmin was upset. "I need to rest. It's late now."
"Ahh, so you knew. I thought you had lost track of time. You made a fool of me. How dare you continue staying here?"
Yasmine breathed deeply, then begin to rant, "When I wanted to pack and leave, you accused me of having an affair. Now that I am not leaving, you asked if I had the audacity to stay here? Sebastian Simons, what on earth do you want?"
Sebastian tilted his head and looked at her, "Oh? Are you angry? Are you the only one who should be angry?"
"Why can't I get angry? Any human being would! It's just a matter of whether a person can hold it back."
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