The President’s Five Children

After Bonnie carried little Joanna to her room, she came back downstairs and saw Sebastian drinking chicken soup.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Under the orange dining room lights, the man’s tall, upright figure is ferried on a layer of soft aperture, between the hands and feet, full of elegance and nobility.

Even if it’s just soup, Sebastian has an inexplicable attraction that makes people can’t take their eyes off.

“The baby was carried back to the room?” Sebastian’s voice was hoarse and dark, the knot in his throat rolled.

Bonnie then nodded, “Mmm, slept well.”

She sat down across from Sebastian.

Two people facing each other, only separated by a pearwood table, so quiet that you can hear each other’s breathing.

“Something wrong with you?” Sebastian asked in a hushed voice when he could see how rushed she was.

Bonnie hurriedly nodded, “Uh-huh, there’s a package for you, but you’re not home during the day.”

With that, Bonnie took the express from the foyer cabinet.

Sebastian only took a glance at it, and a shade rolled across his black as ink eyes, “Put it there.”

He had absolutely no intention of opening it.

Bonnie was anxious, “You can at least open it and look at it, if you don’t want to open it, I can do it for you.”

“You’re in a hurry?” Sebastian looked at her coldly, his pupils having taken on more than a few suspicious scowls.

“I … just saw that this is a delivery from abroad, worried about what damage or something like that, you look at it earlier, to make sure well.” Bonnie explained carefully.

With that, he also pushed the delivery box back towards Sebastian’s face.

But Sebastian only felt annoyed.

He knew exactly what it contained.

It was a gift for Natan’s death anniversary.

Every year, on the anniversary of Natan’s death, Zhou Cheng would send the latest clothes and toys from abroad, which he would then burn to Natan.

But I don’t know what the reason is this year, Zhou Cheng’s delivery was a day late, so Sebastian couldn’t bring it to the grave to burn.

That’s right, today Sebastian and little Joanna went out to celebrate Natan’s death anniversary.

At this moment Sebastian returned to the Sunshine Villa, having just been dispelled by this bowl of chicken soup, and then saw this delivery.

The scene of the fire three years ago came back to him, leaving him almost breathless.

Clang-

Sebastian stood up directly, his face thin and cold, and went upstairs.

Leaving Bonnie standing in place puzzled beyond belief.

No, it’s just to open a delivery, why is Sebastian so reluctant?

Isn’t this a gift for Natan? Why didn’t Sebastian open it and take a look at it.

Natan is his own son, and he doesn’t seem to care.

Bonnie looked down and thought for half a day, and finally gathered the courage to go upstairs with the delivery.

There were no lights on in the room, only the hazy moonlight, reflecting on Sebastian.

The man, who has always had a serious cleanliness problem, was lying in bed with his clothes on, staring at the ceiling with his eyes open.

“Mr. Grant,” Bonnie cautiously stepped forward, “did I just say something wrong, if you don’t want to open the delivery today, tomorrow is fine, then I’ll leave it here for you ah.”

With that, Bonnie placed the courier on the bedside.

Miso, Sebastian rolled over and sat up, his eyes scarlet incomparably staring at the woman in front of him, coldly questioning, “Do you think that now that you are Mrs. Grant, you can come and take care of my business?”

“I didn’t think of it that way.” Bonnie hurriedly shook her head.

“I can turn a blind eye to your affairs, and please don’t come and interfere with my life, all my things, you are not allowed to touch them!”

Bonnie’s repeated delivery of this delivery to him is tantamount to uncovering the bloody scars and reminding him of Natan’s death countless times!

With a crimson red in front of his eyes, Sebastian threw the courier directly out of the window while saying coldly towards Bonnie, “Get out!”