Stomp on Your Broken Heart With Our Babies

Chapter 268

The more Bonnie thought about it, the angrier she became. Eventually, she got so angry that she lifted her feet and kicked at the tire.

The tire was fine, but she was not. It was so hurt that she lost her balance and sank to the floor.

"Mrs. Grant!" Eric, on his way to meet Sebastian, came to her instantly, his eyes filled with concern, "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine." Bonnie patted the dust off her clothes.

Eric looked at the car shockingly and something flashed across his eyes, "Mrs. Grant, why did you kick the car?"

Bonnie saw his expression and felt even angrier, "Isn't it ugly? I have never seen a car as ugly as this one. Can you imagine Sebastian gave it to me as a gift? He's clearly messing up with me."

It was so shocking that Eric almost felt his jaw dropping to the ground.

Bonnie thought he was rendered speechless by the ugliness of the car, and waved her hands resignedly. "Well, never mind. I will see you later, Eric."

Then, she went into the car and drove away.

Finally, Eric came to his sense. He just couldn't believe his eyes. Mr. Grant gave this extremely safe car to Mrs. Grant? The money put to adapt this car could almost buy all the cars in this garage. Mrs. Grant must be the apple of his eyes. Such a lucky girl! But it seemed Mrs. Grant had no idea how much this car was worth and was still complaining about it.

Since Mr. Grant did not mention that, he would choose to shut his mouth up. Maybe Mr. Grant did that on purpose, in case Mrs. Grant cried out loud after knowing the price. Yeah, that must be the reason.

It was a bit embarrassing for Bonnie to drive the car to work. So she parked it in a nearby parking lot to avoid being laughed at by her colleagues. After that, she deliberately took a cab to get William's car here.

Staring at the keys that were returned, William was confused, "Why are you giving me back?" Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

"Well...my husband gave me a car as a present for my designs, so I suppose it would be better to return the car." Said Bonnie.

William fluttered his eyes and smiled bitterly, "Oh, alright."

"But still, I'm very grateful for your borrowing the car from the company for me. I made some bean pastry. Would you like to have a try?"

Without hesitation, he ate one, "It tastes good. You are brilliant, Annie."

When it came to cooking, Bonnie believed no one would criticize her for that, "Thank you. I even had a cooking certificate to better take care of my children."

Bean pastry was a piece of cake for her.

He complimented her again and ate more.

But Bonnie found something wrong. A rash erupted in William's face and was spreading all over. Within only five minutes, his face swelled up and a large area of his neck turned red.

"What's happening? Are you alright?" Bonnie was startled.

William didn't seem to care much. "It's nothing. It's just I'm allergic to beans."

What? Bonnie widened her eye, "You ate my bean pastry while you know you are allergic to beans?"

"You made them." William looked up and said in a serious tone.