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."

reflected Bonnie's tiny figure. Squinting his eyes, he sneered coldly in a low voice which seemed to be born with him. "Yeah,

stirred

knuckles pale. "What do you mean?" Surrounded by so many handsome men? Sebastian, son of bitch! How

squinted with his expression complicated. "Both of your children look different in appearance. They don’t have the same father, do they? And that guy,

beautiful and as fair as snow. It was very

there was some kind of fire burning

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

he so bad, not even better than a sissy man?

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 that everyone else

stunned frowning. "He's

love with some bastard but now I’m hard to get!" Bonnie