The Seventh Miserable Bride

Chapter 220

Lily Adams nodded, "Yes."

The other guy looked at Scott from head to toe and asked in confusion, "Who is this?"

"My brother,"

Lily lied, without even batting an eye.

"Isn't your brother in Australia?"

"He's here for a visit."

"Oh, I see."

The man stretched his hand out and introduced himself, "Hello, my name is Dylan Wadsworth."

Scott Jules nodded to him. He turned to walk to the trash can, threw a bag of rubbish into it, and closed the lid of the trash can with a loud bang. The sound echoed in the silent night.

As soon as Lily returned home, she took off her shoes, threw her bag, lay down on the sofa, and said with her hands covering her stomach. "Principal Jules, did you cook tonight? I'm hungry."

"No."

Scott replied coldly.

Lily sat up and protested with dissatisfaction, "Why haven't you been cooking dinner lately?"

Scott refuted sarcastically, "Do you have time to come back for dinner even if I cooked? Why didn't you have dinner with your friend before asking him to send you home?"

Scott did not conceal his anger at all. Lily jumped up in excitement. She walked to him and asked, "Are you being jealous?"

Lily was waiting for him to say yes, but he said, "It's none of my business."

"If you're not jealous, why are you angry then?

"I'm angry that you introduced me as your brother. Are you that ashamed to introduce me as your husband?"

Lily shrugged and replied disapprovingly, "I'm not ashamed by the fact that you are my husband, but I have to leave myself a way out."

"What do you mean?" Scott was puzzled.

"Since he is now pursuing me, I should get in touch with him more often. When you abandon me one day, I would at least have a backup plan. My parents were already so angry when they got to know that I had gotten married. If they got to know that I had gotten divorced, they will strip me alive. So once you divorce me, I will get married to Dylan immediately, so that my poor parents won't die of anger."

Scott took a deep breath. He was probably going to die out of anger first before her parents would. "When did I say that I was going to abandon you?"

"We are already sleeping separately. Aren't you going to abandon me sooner or later?"

"That's because you refuse to sleep with me!"

"So now I'm asking you to stop meddling in my personal affairs. Will you listen to me and leave me alone?

Scott stood up in annoyance. He picked her up and said with gritted teeth, "I can't stand it anymore."

He carried her to the bedroom and kicked the door open...

In the middle of the night, Yasmine was sleeping soundly until the phone under her pillow rang. She answered groggily, "Hello?"

"Yasmine, your idea is great. We stayed awake the whole night..."

Yasmine was still in a daze. She asked in confusion, "What do you mean by staying awake the whole night?"

"We had sex..." Lily explained shyly.

At this time, Yasmine was completely awake. She scolded, "Are you crazy? You called me in the middle of the night just to tell me that you had sex with your husband?"

Her voice was quite loud, waking the man next to her up inadvertently. After she hung up the phone, Sebastian Simons took her into his arms and whispered in her ear, "Honey, I also want to do that with you."

"In your dreams. Go back to sleep,"

She pulled the quilt and covered her head with it. Her cheeks were burning hot.

Yasmine had become the treasure of the family ever since she got pregnant. They took extra care of her. Originally, they wanted her to quit her job. After much explanation and pleading, they finally let her continue with her job.

On this day, when Tiffany heard that Fynn was not feeling well and he had not gone to work for a few days, her heart was filled with uneasiness. She thought of visiting him to check on him.

Although she had told him that she had moved on from him, she was still embarrassed to meet him. However, after much consideration, she still went.

Tiffany Simons came to the apartment and hovered in front of the door. She did not have the courage to ring the doorbell. Just when she was still hesitating, the door in front of her opened. Fynn Jaymond was coming out of the house. "Tiffany?" He was quite surprised.

"Why are you here? Why didn't you knock the door?"

Fynn asked with a puzzled face, but there was a hint of delight in his eyes.

"I heard from Yasmine that you are ill and I happened to be on the way... So I came to see you. Well, it's just on the way..."

Her words were a little incoherent because she was embarrassed.

"I'm fine. It's just a cold,"

Fynn covered his mouth and coughed a few times.

She looked at the car key in his hand and asked, "Are you going out?"

"I'm going to the supermarket to buy some daily necessities."

"Then I'll go with you."

"Sure." They came to a supermarket in the city. They looked like a lovely couple, pushing the shopping cart together. Tiffany said, "Let's buy some vegetables. I'll cook for you."

"You can cook?"

Fynn asked in disbelief.

Looking at his expression, Tiffany pouted discontentedly, "Please, I'm no longer the old me. I've lived alone for the past two years. Do you expect me to eat out every day? I don't have the money and I would starve if I don't cook."

Fynn burst into laughter and was amused by her words.

When they pushed the shopping cart to the fresh vegetable section, Tiffany saw a granny struggling to grab the cucumbers that were on sale with a bunch of women. The granny was pushed to the corner. The sight of this immediately ignited her sense of justice. She pushed the shopping cart forward and shouted to the old woman, "Granny, stay here. I'll help you to take it."

Tiffany was young and energetic. She quickly squeezed into the crowd and soon came out with a handful of cucumbers in her arms. "Is this enough?" She asked the old woman.

The old woman took it happily, "That's enough. Thank you, young lady."

Fynn rubbed her hair, which had become a mess. Fie teased her, "You haven't changed much."

"Young man, your wife is so kind. You have to treat her well," The granny smiled and limped away with her shopping cart. Tiffany blushed with embarrassment and pointed to the left, "Let's go there and have a look."

Since Tiffany had lowered her head, she did not notice that there was a faint smile on the corner of the Fynn's lips.

After coming out of the supermarket, they went straight back to the apartment. Tiffany went into the kitchen and started preparing. Fynn offered, "Do you need my help?"

She shook her head, "No, you just have to wait and eat."

Fynn crossed his arms and sighed, "Tiffany, you're a little different now."

Tiffany's face reddened. "What's different?"

"You look... more feminine now,"

Tiffany turned around and said nothing, but she was happy in her heart. She had always hated Fynn for treating her as a child in the past. Now, he finally admitted that she was no longer a little girl, but a woman.

She cooked some of her usual dishes whereas Fynn opened a bottle of red wine.

After dinner, Tiffany was a little drunk. She sat on the couch in the living room and felt dizzy. Fynn cleaned up the table and sat down beside her. Fie asked, "Are you drunk?"

Tiffany shook her head, "I'm very sober." Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

Fynn stared at her blushing face and he felt an unusual feeling in his heart. Suddenly, he leaned over and kissed her face. "Are you still sober?"

Tiffany's heart started thumping wildly. Because she was shy, her face blushed even harder, and she looked even more alluring.

Fynn could not seem to control himself. He grabbed her head and kissed her delicate lips with his. It felt unexpectedly wonderful.

Tiffany was shocked by this sudden kiss and did not know how to react. She just let him kiss her and suck her tongue hard. Her first crush was Fynn and she had never liked anyone else apart from him. Because of this, she had no experience in relationships. She was innocent and pure.

Fynn was also a little drunk tonight, and his body had a clear reaction. He thought that Tiffany was always like a sister to him, but it turned out that he had already regarded her as a woman. A woman who had the ability to ignite the desire in him.

After an intimate night, Tiffany lay in his arms and said dreamily, "I feel like I'm dreaming now."

Fynn hugged her tightly. "You're not dreaming, Tiffany. You're mine now."

She paused and gathered up the courage to ask, "Did you make me your woman because of your instinctive reaction or because you have started to like me a little?"

"What do you think?"

"I don't know."

"I'm not the kind of man who would simply sleep with any women. Hence, it's not my instinct that made you my woman but it's because I like you. Not just a little, but more than you think."

"So how much do you like me?"

"Enough to let me marry you and live with you for the rest of my life."

Tiffany did not say anything else. She buried her face in Fynn's arms and smiled happily.

It was late in the night and Yasmine was sleeping soundly. All of a sudden, the phone's ringtone broke the silence of the night. Although Sebastian had answered the phone quickly and lowered his voice, Yasmine had still woken up.

This time, however, she did not sit up. Instead, she closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep, as if she was not woken up.

"Did you bring the person here? Take the person directly to my study. I won't go out now... Well, minimize your movements. Don't wake my family up,

Sebastian said a few words, then hung up the phone and quietly walked to the bedside. Seeing that the person on the bed had not been woken up by him, he breathed a sigh of relief. After putting on a coat, he opened the door and went out.

In the darkness, Yasmine slowly opened her eyes. This was the second time that Sebastian had gotten up to answer the phone in the middle of the night. In the past, his phone would be turned off after nine o'clock at night. Since when did he change this habit?

She felt a little uneasy. She lifted the quilt and got out of bed quietly. She put on a jacket and opened the door of the bedroom slightly. After a while, she saw Fynn leading two strangers into Sebastian's study.

What are they going to talk about at such a late hour? Was there something that he did not want her to know? Did Sebastian get into trouble again?

She frowned. Driven by curiosity, she tiptoed out of the bedroom and came to the door of the study.