Yasmin Taylor shrugged and said, "Your brother is on a business trip."
Tiffany Simons was overjoyed. "Are you upset that my brother is on a business trip?" she exclaimed. "I didn't know that the relationship has gone so deep!"
"Tiffany, are you only pretending not to know?" Yasmine asked.
Perplexed, Tiffany questioned, "Huh? What do you mean?"
"Your brother is gay," Yasmine replied.
"My brother is gay? How is that possible?" Tiffany said, with a baffled look on her face.
Yasmine sighed and said, "It's true. His partner said it himself, and your brother didn't deny it."
Based on Sebastian Simons's personality, if it were not true, he would never allow others to slander him.
"Who is his partner?" Tiffany queried.
"Fynn Jaymond," Yasmine answered.
"Fynn Jaymond?" Tiffany burst into laughter and laughed so hard that she could not stand up straight. "Sister-in-law, you've been fooled. Fynn is not gay. He's not only my brother's most capable assistant, but also his best friend. I'd be extremely angry if they were lovers," Tiffany explained.
Hearing what she said, the knot in Yasmine's heart was finally untied. In actual fact, it was not because she was gullible, but because she was too sensitive to the issue that Sebastian hated women...
"Hmm, why would you be angry? Do you like Fynn?" Yasmine asked curiously.
Tiffany had always been a straightforward person, so she nodded without hesitation and confessed, "Yes."
Yasmine liked her straightforward personality very much. "What about him? Does he feel the same for you too?" Yasmine continued to ask.
"I don't know. He'd never said that he liked me. Fynn is an orphan. I'm afraid that I might stress him out if I told him that I liked him," Tiffany admitted.
Yasmine understood the situation and comforted her sister-in-law, "It doesn't matter. As long as you don't give up, family backgrounds are not a problem."
Yasmine felt good while Sebastian was away on his business trip. After a long day at work, she went home and chatted with her father- and mother-in-law in the living room at complete ease. After dinner, she went upstairs early. Recalling her quarrel with Sebastian last night, an idea popped into her head. Why not take advantage of this opportunity and enjoy his room?
The weather was getting warmer. Although the room she lived in had an air conditioner, she always felt that it was too close and stuffy. More importantly, she had to go to the room next door to take a bath every night. With determination, she brought her pajamas and went into Sebastian's luxurious bathroom. His white bathtub was so clean, she was certain that she would not be able to locate a single speck of dust even with a magnifying glass. Sebastian was indeed a clean freak. Every nook and cranny was flawless and spotless.
His bathtub was actually a Jacuzzi. She filled it with hot water, removed her clothes, lay in the tub, and instantly, her fatigue went away. What was more amazing was that music was played automatically in the bathroom. She lay in the tub and closed her eyes, hearing beautiful music playing in the background. She could not help but think that this man really knew how to enjoy life...
After taking a bath, she came out of the bathroom and stood beside his bed. Recalling his unpleasant action of changing beds previously, she rolled on the bed back and forth as revenge. Satisfied, she got up and went to review tomorrow's teaching. At ten o'clock sharp, she closed the book and sat on his bed. After a while, she finally picked up her phone and dialed his number.
The phone rang for a long time before he picked up. The voice on the other end of the phone was cold as usual. "What's the matter?"
Yasmine took a deep breath and asked, "You have arrived, right?"
"Nonsense, I would have arrived at Mars at this hour," he said sarcastically.
She curled her lips and thought to herself, "If he knew that I'm on his bed now talking to him on the phone, and that I had taken a bath in his bathtub, he would go berserk..."
"Oh, when will you come back?" she asked.
"What does it have to do with you?" he replied defiantly.
"It's not that I want to know. It was Mother who wanted me to ask you since you left without informing her," she explained defensively.
Hearing that it was his mother who asked, Sebastian softened and announced, "Next Wednesday."
"Great. Five days to go," Yasmine thought happily.
"Okay, got it. Bye," she spoke.
She hung up right away and turned off the lights, ready to go to bed. As soon as she closed her eyes, her cell phone rang. It was Sebastian. She hesitated for a moment before answering the call, "Is there anything else?"
"Don't you ever dare hang up first," he instructed. "Okay," she replied.
"Also, don't call me for no reason," he added.
"Okay," she repeated.
"What else do you know how to say besides 'okay'?" he asked.
"Goodbye," she answered.
On the second last day before Sebastian's return, Yasmine finished a class in school and was walking down the long corridor to the office with a book in her hand when she bumped into Lily Adams. "Yasmine, hurry up, your aunt is here," Lily called out to Yasmine.
Her heart thumped. She frowned and asked, "Where is she?"
"At the school's entrance. The guard called your office phone, and I answered it," Lily explained.
She touched her forehead and sighed as she knew that, clearly, something must have happened again. Her uncle and his family would never come for her for no reason.
She passed the textbook in her hand to Lily and went straight out of the school gate. From a distance, she saw Auntie standing in the shade of a tree, impatiently fanning herself with a newspaper.
As soon as she saw Yasmine, Mindy Yard threw the newspaper to the ground and rushed over. She said hurriedly, "Yasmine, something happened to your uncle. Please think of a way to save him..." she begged.
"What has happened this time?" Yasmine questioned.
Yasmine was not surprised. Besides her father, Chuck Lorris, her uncle, was her only other relative. However, he was no different from her father who was insincere and sought nothing but his own benefits.
Chuck had caused her a lot of trouble in the past few years. If it were not for her mother's warning before her death, she could not be bothered to care about them.
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