The President’s Five Children

Suite living room.

In the living room, Sebastian looked down upon Bonnie who was sewing for him with slender fingers. A wisp of long hair from dropped off the ear on her cheek.

It’s kind of an eyesore.

Displeasure flashed in his eyes, and then he unexpectedly reached the wisp of hair and tucked it after the ear. At the time, his cool fingertip brushed her tender face inadvertently.

Suddenly, Bonnie leaned back in panic.

She carelessly poke herself with the needle on her finger.

The bright red blood oozed out and dyed the shirt in her hands and made a puddle of patterns.

“Mommy!” Lukas rushed out. He hurried to find the medicine box, and began to handle the wound for her.

“Mommy’s fine. It’s just a puncture.” Bonnie smiled and said, “It will be good tomorrow.”

But Lukas didn’t think so.

He opened his arms to protect Bonnie behind, with guard and alert in his eyes, “You hurt my mommy. You are not welcome here, and please leave.”

Most importantly, if he stayed here and found something, mommy will be in danger.

“Little thing, your mommy broke my shirt. Shouldn’t she mend it before you let me go?” Sebastian showed no intention of leaving.Belongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

Lukas was angry but couldn’t find a word to say.

Then Erika came out, blinking. She said in a soft and sweet voice. “Daddy, will you leave as soon as your shirt is mended?”

“Yes.” Sebastian half closed his eyes and nodded.

That’s easy!

Erika ran to take a stapler out of a pink schoolbag on the sofa.

And then, she repaired the shirt with the stapler.

Then she handed it to Sebastian. “All right!”

Sebastian, “…”

His daughter didn’t take his side.

What’s more…

Sebastian narrowed his eyes and scanned this little girl in front of him. Then he asked, “How do you know that there is a stapler in the schoolbag?”

Erika was stunned.

Oh, shit! She forgot she was little Joanna now.

“I told her,” Little Joanna walked out with her face “pockmarked”, and she said in a low voice, “You can go now.”

“Yes, daddy, it’s bad for us to stay here. Let’s go. Be sensible. We are not welcome here.” Erika nodded heavily.

“…”

Bonnie tried hard to suppress a smile.

Boy, this was your real daughter!

Sebastian was about to say something.

At this moment, the mobile phone rang.

It was Eric.

“Mr. Grant, can I help you over there? I just found that the person charged up at an Internet cafe near Wanda Plaza.”

That person was still consuming?

That’s to say, Bonnie was not the person.

Sebastian lowered his eyes, swallowed his anger, and put on the shirt stitched together with staples, and went straight away with Erika.

Bonnie paused there, looking at the door.

What’s going on?

This guy in that shirt didn’t get mad, and he just left? !