The Seventh Miserable Bride

Chapter 227

Yasmine Taylor was excited when she heard Sebastian's words. She then asked eagerly, "What's the plan?"

Sebastian Simons looked at her lovingly and poked her forehead with his finger. "I won't tell you."

"How could you do that? Tell me quickly!"

"I won't tell you."

"Are you going to tell me or not?"

She began to tickle him. Sebastian was itching all around and he smiled, "Don't tickle me anymore. If I can't control my desire later, don't you dare complain that your stomach hurts again."

"Tell me then, pretty please?"

Sebastian shook his head and said earnestly, "Since you're pregnant now, you shouldn't be worrying about work. You should focus on giving birth to a pair of beautiful children instead."

"Do I exist only to carry your child?" Yasmine turned around angrily and ignored him.

"What's wrong?"

"There's a barrier between you and me now."

Sebastian was confused. "How is there a barrier between you and me?"

"You always use my pregnancy as an excuse and refuse to tell me anything." Sebastian did not know whether to laugh or to cry. "If I don't treat you as one of my own, would I have told you that Master Blaine is looking for his son?"

"Does that even count? I don't care if he eventually finds his son or not. I only care about how you are going to subdue Claudine."

"Don't worry. You'll be the first one to know once I have good news."

Yasmine was still dissatisfied, "Forget it. Since you refused to answer my questions, I'd better go to F City."

"What are you going to do in F City?"

Sebastian asked in surprise.

"What else could I do? I'm going to visit my uncle and aunt, of course."

"And also to meet with Gabriel conveniently?"

"Well, how do you know?"

"Are you really planning to see him?" Sebastian raised his eyebrows, feeling jealous.

"Yes, Gabriel called me two days ago and asked me when I am going to visit F City again. He told me to inform him if I were to make a trip there. He said he wanted to treat me to some good food."

"Heh, that guy treats you really well, doesn't he?"

"That's right. Gabriel and I have known each other for more than two years. He has always been careful and considerate towards me."

"Do you regret choosing me instead of Gabriel now?" "I'm already having twin babies with you. What more can I say?"

"Why do I feel like you're regretting it then?"

"To be honest, Gabriel would have been a good choice too."

"Yasmine Taylor!"

Sebastian was furious. "I will not allow you to think about another man while pregnant with my child!"

"I wasn't thinking about him. You were the one who brought this up..."

"I didn't ask you to elaborate on this topic. You just wanted to piss me off, didn't you?"

"It's you who like to be angry, Gabriel never..."

"Why are you still mentioning his name!"

He finally could not bear it anymore. He pushed her to the bed roughly, kissed her lips, and stopped her from speaking again.

That night, Yasmine had a dream that Sebastian had found Master Blaine's son. He was a handsome young man, but she could only see his back and not the face. The more she wanted to see him, the more she could not. She chased after him all night until she woke up at dawn, but she still did not see his face.

"Honey, I had a dream last night."

"Who did you dream of?"

"I dreamed of Master Blaine's son."

"I really can't tell you anything. I just told you that Master Blaine is looking for a son and you were already thinking about it day and night. I knew that you couldn't keep anything in your head. The more I told you, the more you would think about it."

Yasmine was indeed like this. She had been thinking about Master Blaine's son ever since she stepped into the company. Fynn Jaymond came to see Sebastian in the afternoon. Seeing her sitting in the secretary's office in a daze, he walked over and joked, "Madam, what are you thinking about?"

"Ah? Oh, nothing,"

Yasmine snapped out of her thoughts and asked casually, "Are you looking for President Sebastian?"

"Yes. He's here, isn't he?"

"Yes, you may go in now."

Fynn nodded, turned around, and walked to the President's office. Looking at his back, Yasmine suddenly thought of her dream and the fact that Fynn was an orphan. She suddenly thought of something. Could Fynn be Master Blaine's son...

The more she thought about it, the more she felt that it was possible. She waited for him to come out anxiously. About 20 minutes later, Fynn came out of the president's office. She immediately rushed over, "Fynn, I want to confirm something with you. You..."

"What's wrong?"

Seeing that she wanted to say something, Fynn raised his eyebrows in curiosity.

Yasmine could not seem to say the words. She was embarrassed to ask if he had a birthmark at his inner thigh. "Forget it. It's nothing. You may go now,"

She waved her hand and finally said with embarrassment. Fynn glanced at her suspiciously and stepped into the elevator.

When the elevator door closed, Yasmine went to Sebastian's office. As soon as she entered the room, she said, "Sebastian, I think Fynn might be Master Blaine's son."

Sebastian was signing some documents and he asked without raising his head, "Flow could you be sure?"

"Fynn is an orphan."

"Fie is not the only person in the world who is an orphan."

"Fie is about the same age as Master Blaine's son."

"Master Blaine would have checked on such an obvious feature."

Yasmine was a little anxious about his nonchalant replies. "Well, we have to confirm if it's true then."

"And how are we going to do that?"

"You can call Fynn now and ask him if he has a birthmark on his thigh."

"I've already asked him just now, but he said that he has none." Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Yasmine was stunned and she said unwillingly, "It's impossible. Fynn must be embarrassed so he refused to admit it. Let's just do a DNA test. It's simple and accurate."

After signing the last document, Sebastian raised his head and said, "Fynn would think that you're "It doesn't matter even if he thinks I'm a madwoman. My intuition has always been very accurate. I think Fynn must be Master Blaine's son. The man in my dream last night was very similar to him."

"Enough."

Sebastian was a little unhappy. "You are now a pregnant woman, not a detective, so don't speculate too much. I will deal with this matter. If you still refuse to listen to me, you shall stay at home from tomorrow on. Don't come to the company anymore."

Yasmine and Sebastian could not reach a consensus. She felt indignant, but she did not give up. When she got home in the evening, she went to find her sister-in-law.

"Tiffany, I'd like to ask you a private question."

"Oh, what is it?"

"Is there a nail-sized red birthmark on the inner side of Fynn's right thigh?"

Tiffany blushed and said shyly, "Why do you ask such an embarrassing question? I don't know about this."

"Stop pretending. Do you really think that I didn't know how far you two have gone? You haven't been home for several nights. Do you dare to say that you were not spending the night at his place?"

Tiffany Simons knew that she was caught, and she felt even more embarrassed. She then answered reluctantly, "Well... you're right. I did... spend the night, but I really don't know if he has a birthmark on his thigh. I wasn't looking at that place."

"Didn't you notice it before?"

"Well, we basically turned off the lights..."

Yasmine sighed, "I might need to trouble you to confirm it with him."

"What's wrong?"

Tiffany was confused. Why did Yasmine ask her if Fynn had any birthmark on his legs?

"Here's the thing..."

Yasmine did not hide anything from her sister- inlaw. When Tiffany heard the full story, she was stunned and she exclaimed, "Are you saying that Fynn will no longer be an orphan if there's a birthmark on his thigh?"

"Yes."

"Oh my God, that's great. I'll call him right now to confirm it!"

Tiffany took her cell phone out excitedly and quickly dialled Fynn's number, but the call was not connected. "That's strange. Why can't I get through..."

She tried again but failed. Yasmine shrugged her shoulders, "Forget it. I'm not in a hurry. We have plenty of time to confirm it."

"What kind of person is this Master Blaine?"

"I've never seen him before. I heard from your brother that he's a great person. He's good with the government as well as the underworld."

"Is he that powerful?" Tiffany's eyes lit up. "It would be great to have him as my father-in-law..."

After dinner, they chatted with each other in the living room. Coincidentally, Fynn came. Tiffany ran to him happily and asked, "Hey, why are you here?"

"I'm here to send a document to your brother. Is he here?"

"He's upstairs. Why couldn't I get through when I called you in the evening?"

Fynn recalled for a moment, "I was in the foot bath center at that time, maybe there wasn't any signal there."

"The foot bath center?" Tiffany suddenly simmered with anger. "Why are you going to the foot bath center? Did you go there to let the young ladies massage your feet?"

"No, I was entertaining my customers."

"What kind of entertainment was it that need you to go to those places? Shouldn't you go to a hotel or karaoke instead?"

"We have to meet the client's demands."

"You're lying..."

Tiffany let go of his arm in annoyance and stood aside angrily.

"Well, Tiffany, it's normal to go to the foot bath center to socialize. It's possible to go to any place to talk about business. Do you think there would not be any young ladies in the karaoke or hotel?"

As soon as Yasmine interrupted, Madam Simons immediately agreed, "Yes, Fynn was helping our family business. Why did you blame him instead of appreciating his contribution?"

She patted the seat next to her, "Fynn, come here and sit down.” Fynn sat down beside Madam Simons.

"When are you going to marry Tiffany?"

At this time, Tiffany also sat beside Yasmine. When she heard her mother's question, she blushed slightly and waited for Fynn's answer with bright eyes.

"It depends on Tiffany. If she is willing to marry me now, I will be more than happy to."