Stomp on Your Broken Heart With Our Babies

Joanna was stiff but wouldn't turn her head.

After a long wait, Sebastian stepped forward to take the little one into his arms. When his hand touched her, she struggled and ran out of the room. She was gone in the blink of an eye.

Was he that scary and obnoxious?

"Mr. Grant, my Joanna does not like you and I hope you will never touch her again," sitting on the hospital bed, Bonnie said angrily.

Anger was rolling fiercely in Sebastian's dark pupils, with his jaw line taut. He said in a husky voice indifferently, "I'll make it up to her and bring her a present."

"No need," Bonnie said, "Joanna hates you and won't take your gift."

She paused and then added, "Besides, if Joanna wants a present, there are many people who will buy it for her. Don’t worry about it."

to be born with him. "Yeah, I forgot that you’re

stirred up

with her fingers clenching and her knuckles pale. "What do you mean?" Surrounded by so many handsome men? Sebastian, son of bitch! How dare he blame her

appearance. They don’t have the same father, do

looked down at her coldly. She was beautiful and as fair

there was some

couldn't understand why the woman, who even liked a sissy man, kept him at

not even better than

bright eyes sparkled with anger and sarcasm. "Mr.

was stunned frowning. "He's not your

course not. I used to be silly and fell in love with some bastard but