Tame Me My Brother -in-Law

97. FIRST NIGHT CELINE'S POV | was sitting on the balcony sofa in the room... curled up into a ball... staring up at the moon as it shone faintly above the night sky.

“Don’t you have a sense of decency and shame? Was this what your mother had taught you?” | could still make out the words that he was shouting at me.

“I believe that it was a blessing in disguise that your mother passed away at such a young age; had she lived, she would have been pis s ed to death by you!” As the words he had said continued to play in my head, | moved from my seat and buried my face between my knees.

“Get a divorce from him as quickly as you can if you want to keep your conscience clear regarding your sister.

You're not suitable for him!” Conscience? Wow... that’s a really big word! “Don’t you dare think that just because he married you, | won't be able to do anything to you! What kind of status does he have? You should know that if he could choose to marry you so quickly, he also has the ability to divorce you in the blink of an eye! And if he does, what are the chances that you'll be able to return to the Lauren Family at that point?” As each word reverberated in my ears in a manner that was both icy and merciless, | becincreasingly terrified.

From the moment JuLauren began speaking about my mother, | immediately shut my mouth and did not respond in any way. | did not +25 BONUS utter a single word during the entire talk.

| did nothing but sit still and watch him go mad.

In the past... | was never able to comprehend why he dealt with Brylee. andin such a different way. We're both his daughters, anyway...

But now | have an answer to the question of why he was treatingin such a way. Brylee Lauren was a puppet... and | was not! That was to say, even in the event that | tied the knot with Sebastian Anderson. Even if | were another one of his daughters. Even so... he would maintain a heightened state of vigilance around me.

| heard the door to the bedroom open, and | could sense Sebastian’s overwhelming presence, but | chose to ignore him and instead buried my face even deeper between my knees.

| don’t want to give the impression that | was upset by the things that my father tolda while ago.

In the corner of my eye, | caught a glimpse of Sebastian picking up the blanket before proceeding to walk over towardsand wrapping it around me. He might've noticed that | was already trembling because | was just wearing a thin white shirt with short sleeves.

| blinked my eyes several times as | looked up at him after staring down at the blanket that was covering me.

“Thank you...” | whispered in a tone that was very uninterested while clenching the sheets aroundtightly.

Sebastian grinned and sat down on the stool that was directly across from mine. “What did he say to you that you had ski pped eating dinner?” | continued to keep silent while keeping my posture the same.

“| asked Mr. Lee to make you sporridge....” He continued, and he reached out to ruffle my hair. “He’ll bring them to you, later...” My eyelashes fluttered as | questioned.. “Has all the news from the outside died down?” “Why'd you ask?” He showed a grin was under the impression that the infamous second Miss Lauren had no fear of anything. Don’t tellthat you're afraid of what the public would think?” Sebestian’s voice, for sreason, was a little bit delighted.

| looked up at him and shook my head before | got up from the sofe and walked into the room. | wasn’t bothered about public opinions... | wanted to tell him that. But as I've already mentioned. I'm not the pipe of person who feels the need to explain themselves to coners.

| could care less about what Sebastian thought ofas a result of my failure to answer all of his questions. Now all I need to do is get sres “Where should | sleep tonight?” | asked the blanket was still wrapped around me. There was only a king-size bed and a leather couch in the room.

“Where do you think it would be best for you to sleep?” He asked with a jovial smile plastered all over his face.

| rolled my eyes and made my way over to the couch. “I'll sleep here..” Sebastian, however took hold of the blanket and unwrapped it aroundbefore pullinginto his arms by the waist. At this point, his expression changed to one of solemnity. “We're husband and wife now and yet you want to sleep on the couch?” | scoffed at him while imitating the goofy grin that had been plastered on his lips earlier. Anderson.... Do you not realize that this is merely a m Seb we are playing?” outh curved response to my statement. “Not +25 BONUS only had we shared intimate moments, but we had also obtained our marriage certificates. Is there anything else that the two of us haven't done together as a married couple?” The things that he said leftspeechless. | had never before encountered someone with such thick skin.

Someone knocked on the door all of a sudden, making us snap our heads toward the door.

“Young master, the porridge is ready!” The sound of Mr. L ee’s voice. could be heard coming from outside the door.

Sebastian heaved a sigh as he released his grip onand moved toward the door to open it, while | immediately laid on the bed and sna tched a book that was on top of the nightstand and acted as though | was reading it.

| didn’t want anyone to have the impression that Sebastian and | were doing something in his room.

Mr. Lee burst in the door, and he was holding a tray with the bowl of porridge and a glass of cold water, looking around. He sawsitting on the bed reading a book and he gavea warm smile.

“You may go out now, Mr. Lee...” Sebastian commanded when he noticed that the old man was staring at me.

“Thank you...” He put down the tray on the table and bowed his head before turning around and leaving the room.

“I'm going to sleep with Cynthia tonight!” | threw the covers off of me, together with the book, and got out of bed.

“Have you ever seen a bride sleeping with her husband's sister on their first night of the wedding?” he asked, and that madecto a complete halt.

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