Stomp on Your Broken Heart With Our Babies novel Chapter 288

Sebastian followed Bonnie to the garage.

Then she opened the paint bucket under his gaze, dipped the roller brush into the pink paint, and painted the bulletproof car directly!

An obtrusive pink blob instantly made the black car ugly.

"What are you doing?" The veins of Sebastian's forehead were throbbing.

Bonnie, on the other hand, did not feel afraid, blinking her eyes. "Why? I can't paint it?"

She spoke in a haughty and icy tone with her arms crossed on her chest, "Mr. Grant, the car has been given to me, hasn't it? Since it's mine, I can repaint it at will, right?"

Sebastian was speechless.

"Anyway, I'm now the hostess of the Sunshine Villa, though not the real one, I'm still eligible to repaint a car, right?" Bonnie asked.

Sebastian looked at the woman in front of him, his hands hanging at his sides clenching.

The woman spoke with an ironic tone. Did she hear anything?

But when Sebastian was about to say something, Bonnie lifted the roller brush again and swung it before Sebastian. "Mr. Grant, if there's nothing else, you can go back to your fish. I'm going to paint."

Sebastian was a neat freak.

When he saw the brush approaching, he moved back quickly and his beautiful face completely darkened.

At last, Sebastian turned and left.

Bonnie continued to paint the car.

The pungent smell of paint irritated her tear glands. Eventually, the overstocked sadness in the heart flooded up and turned into a clear liquid that was trickling down to the ground and soon formed a small pool.

Bonnie was truly heartbroken.

That night, Bonnie did not even go back to her room. After she made Erika fall asleep, she also slept in the children's room.

What she didn't know was that Sebastian didn't fall asleep that night.

He checked all the surveillance records in the villa and found out the truth.

In fact, Bonnie had heard everything. That was why she ran out so disappointedly and modified the car to vent her anger.

Actually, Sebastian was both happy and upset at that moment.

But he had no idea why he felt this way.

After living more than twenty years, he seemed to know himself for the first time and could not figure out what was going on in his mind.

Being immersed in thoughts until it was almost dawn, he stood up, walked out of the study, and went straight into the street faintly lit.