The President’s Five Children

Bonnie was confused.

The driver was confused too. “You go home in such a hurry. It’s all because of your husband, isn’t it?”

After a brief pause, he said in a knowing tone, “Well, you’re dressed so pretty with a wedding ring. I guess your husband’s worried that other men will make advances on you and wants you to hurry back quickly, right?”

Bonnie shook her head with a little shyness. “No, I have a curfew actually.”

The driver snapped his fingers. “Made by your husband, right?”

“Yes.”

“That’s it.” The driver had an all-knowing look. “That’s because he’s worried about other guys being around you. If not, why did he set a curfew?”

Bonnie fell silent, her hands digging deep into the knitted car seat cover.

That Sebastian set a curfew for her was because he was worried about other men being around her?

Is it true?

Because of the cab driver’s words, a tiny flame suddenly rose up in her dead heart.

“Don’t sit still, call your husband,” the driver urged.

Subconsciously, Bonnie took out her phone and called Sebastian.

Soon the dial was answered.

“What happened?” Sebastian’s voice was low and deep.

Bonnie was tense at once. “Well, it’s… there’s something wrong on my way back. Here on the bridge. A car pileup happened, so I was…”

“Which bridge?” asked Sebastian, stopping her in mid-sentence.

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“What? I mean, which bridge are you on?” Sebastian repeated with emphasis.

Only then did Bonnie return to the present moment and said immediately, “At Bridge No. 1.”

“Stay there,” said Sebastian. Then he hung up the phone.

“How about? What did he say?” The gossipy driver asked her right away.

Bonnie was still a little puzzled. “He said, stay here.”

The driver was a middle-aged man in his forties, yet he was excited with eyes shining, just like a schoolgirl in love – he was even going to give a cheerful whistle.

“Your husband loves you so much. He’s going to pick you up. Well, you can get off. The road is going to be cleared in a minute,” the driver said.

Bonnie paid the fare and stood obediently on the sidewalk of the bridge, waiting.

She was looking in the direction of the Sunshine Villa with expectation, waiting for Sebastian to pick her up.

Even Bonnie herself didn’t realize that her eyes were filled with excitement and joy.

The bright moon and a star or two were shining overhead. Her shadow was thus stretched under the brilliant moonlight. As a little breeze was blowing, she could hear the river faintly gurgling under the bridge.

Everything was so beautiful.

In the midst of the beauty, a dark black sports car was speeding in her direction.

The car pulled over in front of Bonnie after a wonderful drifting. The driver sounded the horn, an apparent signal urging Bonnie to get in.

Bonnie went around to the front passenger seat quickly, opened the door, and sat in.

“Thank you for picking me up. There was a car accident on the bridge just now. The traffic jam was too heavy to…”

Before Bonnie could finish her words, she recognized the man in the driver’s seat. Her eyes rounded with surprise suddenly. “Mr. Robertson? How come you are here to pick me up?”

“Oh, Sebastian asked me to come. He can’t come right now,” Rupert explained and smiled with his charming eyes curved a little.