Stomp on Your Broken Heart With Our Babies

William's eyes were dull with sadness.

"I am sorry, William. I..." Bonnie took a step backward to avoid his intense stare. She didn't know how to get on with William. She did feel thankful to William for helping her out last night, but she still must draw the lines.

"I was just kidding," William smiled and looked as gentle as usual, while she was bewildered, "Actually, I'm not that much into soups. Thank God. You didn't make it for me."

Oh? Was it really the truth?

"How about this Chinese olive hydromel?" Bonnie felt relieved at once.

"I'll have it. Thanks." William picked it up and took a sip.

"Enjoy it, then. I'm getting back to work." Bonnie nodded.

Bonnie left, William put down the spoon and threw it back into

end of the day, Bonnie was afraid to be invited for a drink again, so she stayed in the restroom and clocked out immediately when it was time. She got some snacks and fruits in a supermarket near

picked up a pack of crisp, cracked it open, and

this for us,

one is for grown-ups, to

naughty smile on her face, "I

mint was a better substitute for Americano, which was not good for his health if

his head to correct Erika, "Erika, we don't call it ‘please'. It's called ‘care'." Joanna raised her hand up, "I know what ‘care' means. It means that you like

off the point.

the second floor. She knocked at the door of the study and went inside with permission. Then she put the mints on Sebastian's desk