Stomp on Your Broken Heart With Our Babies

Bonnie blushed instinctively. Well, she thought that Sebastian was going to bang her.

“I agree,” Bonnie hurriedly got calm and denied, “I'm fine living here. Get away from me. I got to unpack my stuff.” Bonnie then pushed Sebastian away and went into the bedroom. But she froze when she saw all the items placed in the bedroom. There were hundreds of pieces of jewelry displayed on the large bed, which looked beyond luxurious.

“What are these?” Bonnie asked.

One hand in his pocket, Sebastian leaned against the wall and remained cool, “These are all yours. After all, now you are Mrs. Grant, so you cannot be a shabby Mrs. Grant, can you? I don't want people to talk about me behind my back.”

“So you give all of these to me?” Bonnie muttered.

rustic was this woman? Did she really

at the next second, his face darkened when he heard Bonnie's words. “I don't want these things. Take them away. I

responded grimly and

and she said respectfully, “Mr. Grant, these

bring these to her,” Sebastian said

froze in confusion. Well, what

the whole set of toiletries into the trash can. Technically, he just did what Bonnie told her to do – not owing him anything. Then from now on, Bonnie would better not ask

for a while and then walked out. She learned that Sebastian had left for work from a maid. She stood there, her long lashes fluttering to cover the complex emotion in her eyes. It was

rooms have been arranged. Let me show you around the Sunshine Villa. That will help you fit in quickly.”