Stomp on Your Broken Heart With Our Babies

Chapter 176

Startled, Bonnie sprang up and stared blankly at the man in front of her as if he was an alien.

What was going on?

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Bonnie fell back again and covered her eyes with the blanket, mumbling to herself, "Wake up! Wake up!"

Then she pulled down the blanket carefully, only to see Sebastian remaining by the bed.

She wasn’t having a hallucination. What she saw was real!

Meanwhile, Sebastian watched her reactions, his lips curving into a seductive smile, his mood lightening. "Get up now. Let’s eat!"

"Weren’t you gone? Why are you still here?" Bonnie widened her eyes and asked.

She paused for a moment before something popped in her mind and she shrank back in the covers subconsciously to hide.

Just as she was about to get out of bed, Sebastian said knowingly, "Don’t think too highly of yourself! I have no interest in taking your blood."

So he wouldn’t take her blood anymore?

Bonnie froze hesitantly, looking around.

Rupert and his medical box were nowhere to be seen…

Sebastian’s angular face was filled with peace and nonchalance. The next moment, he turned to leave the room. "You’re given five minutes. Get out and eat, or I wouldn’t mind waking you up in another way."

In another way?

Would he force her to get up by taking her blood?

What a bloody scene!

Bonnie trembled with fear, got out of bed at once, and rushed to the bathroom, throwing cold water on her face to wake herself up.

Mixed feelings flashed across Sebastian’s deep and dark eyes as he saw Bonnie acting in a flurry.

It was true that he had wanted to go, but just as he reached the door, he caught a glimpse of Bonnie staggering to the bedroom.

She looked sad and scared, and the scene hit him like a heavy punch at his head.

Later when he came to his senses, he found he had been sitting in the living room for hours.

It was getting dark out of the floor-to-ceiling window, and the street lamps were on one after another, lighting up Willisto’s nightlife.

Bonnie, sitting at the table, stared at the food on it with widened eyes.

It didn’t occur to her that Sebastian would cook for her personally!

But, was the food edible?

"Eat," Sebastian ordered in a stern voice.

Bonnie stabbed a piece of orange chicken wing from the plate and hesitated for a long while before asking, "What’s this?"

"Garlic butter chicken," replied Sebastian.

But the color of the chicken simply looked weird.

Could Sebastian have used some wrong garlic, or wrong butter?

Thinking so, Bonnie rushed to the kitchen, only to see half of a jar of peanut butter on the floor.

Seemingly, Sebastian lacked some common sense of life. He couldn’t tell the difference between butter and peanut butter!

Bonnie had no choice but to put on the apron and take the frozen ravioli out from the fridge.

It would be a simple meal, but it was better than Sebastian’s "peanut butter chicken".

Finally, the two of them sat at the table with a plate of ravioli before them respectively, and the scene should appear a little warm.

But suddenly, Sebastian froze, the look on his face odd.

"What’s wrong?" Bonnie asked worriedly.

Sebastian spat out something dazzling from his mouth, his face sullen instantly. "What’s that?!"