It was not after half an hour later that Bonnie went to the study. Just as Sebastian felt like he was going to wait forever, he heard the footstep coming closer.
He looked up and was shocked. "What are you wearing?"
Bonnie, a little embarrassed, was fidgeting with her dress, "Um…I was a little bit cold."
Yeah, she felt a bit cold! That was why she was wearing a camel overcoat that could cover her knees. It made her safer than ever.
"Cold? There's sweat on your forehead."
"Yeah, that's a cold sweat," Bonnie said matter-of-factly.
Sebastian was speechless.
What's wrong with her again?
Whatsoever.
Sitting in the chair, he gestured at Bonnie, and said in a low and hoarse tone, "Come here."
But Bonnie remained at a safe distance. "Just talk to me there. I can hear you."
Sebastian, having no patience to argue with her, simply dragged her towards him.
She resisted violently. "Sebastian, be cool. We can talk about it. But I'm not ready to do it with you."
"Do what?" He asked.
Bonnie blinked her eyes, confused. Then she found herself sitting in a seat beside him. His hands were lying on each side, without any further movement.
And on the desk, there was a laptop displaying her scripts.
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