Bonnie stared at the man standing in front of her cautiously, “What do you want?”
“Can you borrow me five yuan in cash?” Sebastian asked lightly.
What the hell?
Did this asshole stop her just to borrow five yuan?
Was the Grant this poor now?
But then Bonnie realized that the payment window of the hospital only took cash and a president like Sebastian would never carry this amount of cash with him, so that he would ask her for the money do that he can register.
Bonnie was cursing Sebastian inside, but still, she took out ten yuan from the wallet and said, “Just keep it.”
Well, he can well use the half of it for the register this time and then keep the other half for the same reason should the disease recurred!
Well...
Bonnie took out one hundred yuan and gave it all to Sebastian.
She was praying that he would never get fit and would use this money to register in the hospital every day!
“I don’t need this much.” Sebastian said indifferently.
Was this his illusion? He really sensed gloating and despise in this woman’s eyes.
She withdrew her hand immediately when he wanted to give the money back.
She was avoiding him deliberately.
But he didn’t even know her before, so where did this hatred and loathing come from?
Was this a mistake?
“Toss it away if you don’t want it. Don’t give it to me.” Bonnie scorned.
She wouldn’t want to touch the money that Sebastian had fingered. What if she was infected with his body disease?
Bonnie wondered so and then went to the infusion hall and just left Sebastian her cold back.
She was walking so fast that she missed the urging in the payment window, “Sir, are you still registering for your daughter? Hurry up! Don’t waster other people’s time.”
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