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."

which seemed to be born with him. "Yeah, I forgot that you’re surrounded by so many handsome men who

stirred

her fingers clenching and her knuckles pale. "What do you mean?" Surrounded

appearance. They don’t have the same father, do they? And that guy, George, who's beside you all

coldly. She was beautiful and

some kind of fire burning

even liked a sissy man, kept him at arm's length and wouldn't even

even better than

is just my assistant." Bonnie was a little annoyed with her bright eyes sparkled with anger and sarcasm. "Mr. Grant's mind is full of nasty imaginings and that's why you think

frowning.

used to be silly and fell in love with some bastard but now I’m