The President’s Five Children

Bonnie rushed to the nearby parking lot.

She punched on the steering wheel sullenly, as she got into the car. Her hand hurt at last, while the car remained intact.

Shit. The care given by Sebastian Grant was to blame-It was too ugly to let others know.

But it would definitely make Sebastian bristle with rage if she asked for a new one.

Bonnie thought for a long time, and finally, she had a good idea.

So as soon as she got back to the Sunshine Villa, she went into the kitchen and worked.NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

After bustling around in the kitchen for over two hours, a difficult delicacy called sweet and sour mandarin fish was ultimately finished.

This was the first dish that Bonnie learned to cook.

She learned it for no other reason than that it was Sebastian’s favorite dish.

Though she had not made it for five years, the dish was still finished perfectly this time.

Even the chef with five Michelin stars next to Bonnie applauded the dish, looking at her with worship in his eyes, “Mrs. Grant, you are surely wonderful enough to get a chef certificate.”

“I didn’t cook it really well,” Bonnie said with a wave of her hand, embarrassed about the praise.

Then she went upstairs with the sweet and sour mandarin fish.

As Bonnie was outside the study and about to knock at the door, it occurred to her that she was overwhelmed by the scent of cooking.

Sebastian was a neat freak actually; if she came into the room just like this, he was likely to be angry.

Aware of it, Bonnie decided to go to the bedroom and change her clothes first.

But as she was about to turn and leave, she heard a conversation in the study which was about her.

In the room, Sebastian was talking to Rupert Robertson.

“That day you dashed to me like mad. What did you want to say?” Sebastian asked.

“That day” referred to the day when Aliyah and Robert held a banquet.

Rupert, who was always plain-speaking, only shook his head violently and spoke nothing as if he was dumb today.

Sebastian was speechless.

“If your tongue doesn’t work well, it should be pulled right away,” Sebastian said coldly.

Frightened, Rupert said immediately, “Nothing, I just… I just want to know when you and Annie will hold a wedding. Alright, that’s it.”

Sebastian frowned.

Rupert got to know what Sebastian probably intended to do by seeing him frowning. He said, “Sebastian, you don’t plan to hold a wedding? You’ve already got your marriage certificate. You don’t want to stall on it, do you?”

“Our marriage is not real,” Sebastian’s lips parted and he replied. “So, there’s no need to have one.”

The key was that Aliyah Stewart, Sebastian’s mother, was always finding faults with Annie when the couple had not gone through a wedding.

Not to mention there was one-no one knew what was going to happen.

Even if the marriage was a fake one, Sebastian wanted to shield Bonnie as much as possible.

But Rupert didn’t know the reason behind it. He only found Sebastian was an unreliable spouse when hearing these words.

A marriage without a wedding showed that the husband did not treat his wife well.

“But Annie can’t your wife without right status, right?” Rupert asked.

Sebastian became silent.

His bottomless dark eyes were filled with complicated emotions, and Bonnie’s little figure flashed constantly in his mind.

From beginning to end, the woman had been keeping her distance from him. Even if they got the marriage certificates, there would be men around her.

Otherwise, how to explain the presence of the Porsche Cayenne last time?

If he had told her about holding a wedding ceremony, Bonnie would probably refuse at once…

Upon thinking of this, a sudden burst of irritation emerged in Sebastian’s heart and he said, “We’re just a phony couple. No need for the right status. She’s not Mrs. Grant at all!”