Bonnie hung up the phone in a panic, and somehow, guilty rose to her.
"Daddy," Joanna darted towards him, "How's grandma?"
"Nothing, probably chocked by chicken soup and had a little cough." Sebastian's voice was still hoarse.
Merely chicken soup? That's too bad! Joanna was not so satisfied with this result.
Before Bonnie mentioned the lunch she was going to have with William, Sebastian sent the kids out and slowly walked back to her. She was so nervous that she burrowed down the quilts, having herself all covered.
"You are afraid of me?"
Bonnie shook her head with intensity, "Nope, I am just embarrassed. Sorry that I throw up on you last night."
"Just that?"
"Was there anything else?" Bonnie's eyes widened.
Did she punch him while she was utterly drunk? Bonnie didn't remember that.
"It seems somebody grabbed my quilts last night and end up not remembering a thing of it."
Shit! She did? No wonder his voice sounded hoarse, she thought he was trying to charm her!
Did Sebastian know everything?
Bonnie's mind was messed up!
"You had children with your childhood friend, but he just took you as a breeding machine. Who's that man?" He continued.
Bonnie was alerted, "That's my own business. I can't tell you."
"I will figure it out by myself if you don't tell me. It's just a matter of time." His voice was cold, "But it will not be easy for you to get away with it when I find out the truth."
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