Stomp on Your Broken Heart With Our Babies
Chapter 670: She is quite like a broad wife

This kind of childish talk, Bonnie did not take it too seriously.

She gently touched little Joanna's head, "Damon gave you to play, then you take it, wait for the turn of the new goods, Mommy bought again, one of you a." With those words, she got up and went to the living room.

Just in time to bump into Sebastian on his way out.

Sebastian changed into a set of light curry trench coat, casual taste, high nose bridge on the gold-rimmed glasses, proper svengali scum.

That face has obviously been seen a million times, but Bonnie still can't help but feel her heart beating faster, and her ears are burning slightly.

A little lost in thought for a while, even Sebastian came up to him unaware.

It was only when he was embraced in his arms and his nose lingered with the familiar crisp scent that he blinked his long, slender eyelashes in panic.

"Mrs. Grant, am I so handsome in the eyes that I've turned you on?" Sebastian asked in a low voice.

Bonnie's cheeks were red with blood and she denied it, "I didn't. I was just thinking about what to eat for lunch."

"Are you thinking about what to eat at noon, or are you thinking, what to eat at night?" Sebastian deliberately elongated his tone, with a little trill, a thousand turns in the air, the surrounding atmosphere are charmingly warmed up by several degrees.

"I'm not thinking about it, don't be ridiculous, I have to read a bedtime story to Damon tonight, so I'm not thinking about it at all!" Bonnie hurriedly explained.

"What does what you eat at night have to do with bedtime stories?" Sebastian Zhan's black eyes were filled with innocence, with a few teases, "Or did you think wrong?"

Bonnie: "......"

This man is doing it on purpose!

He deliberately tried to lure her into a trap and then messed up and said something he wanted to hear.

Bonnie didn't fall for it. She reached out her soft, boneless hand and pushed it against Sebastian's chest, "Don't you have to go out, hurry up."

Sebastian then collected his smile, "Well, I'll go to the Grant Residence, I'll probably be back at 11:40 p.m. If I'll be late, I'll call you back to report."

"What are you reporting to me for, I'm not hounding you about it." Bonnie wondered.

Sebastian's tone was dry, "I'm the one who wants to report back, and I want Mrs. Grant to keep tabs on my whereabouts."

Hearing this, Bonnie's cheeks rolled up again.

You can't talk anymore, since the man confessed his identity, he seems to have opened up the two veins, and what he says always makes her heart beat faster. "Then hurry up, I'll get Donna in the kitchen," Bonnie said, and fled into the kitchen.

Looking at the little woman's panicked and shy back, Sebastian's eyes also contained a few smiles before leaving the Sunshine Villa.

Inside the Grant Residence.

Aliyah is chatting with a group of older sisters over tea in the living room.

Since the settlement of Charles, Madeleine also died in a car accident, plus after learning that Damon is Natan, Aliyah is in a good mood beyond words. Usually she would not take these old sisters back to the Grant Residence without a fight, but recently she was in a good mood and made an exception.

In addition, the new Ruby is very good at what she does and knows the preferences of each lady, so she easily makes everyone laugh and Aliyah looks good! No, Ruby is talking to these broad ladies about pairing black tea and macarons, and has these people in stitches.

"Ms. Stewart, where the hell did you hire a maid from? This is too good to know everything."

"That's right, if you hadn't said it was a maid, I would have thought she was originally mixed up in our circle."

"Not to mention, except for the average looks, other places are quite like a well-bred broads."

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