Stomp on Your Broken Heart With Our Babies

Chapter 32

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Smelling the strong odour rushing toward her face, she felt like her eyes being badly stung.

“Hey, let go!” Bonnie kept struggling.

However, her jacket slightly fell off her shoulder because of her violent move, beneath which the fair skin of her

shoulder was revealed.

Her soft and purely fair skin sparkled under the moonlight, which intoxicated that drunk man.

‘Damn, that hot chick! What a surprise in this shithole!’

At the thought of that, he smiled lustfully while reaching out his hand to touch her face, “Your skin feels so damn

soft! Come on, give me a cuddle, sweetheart!”

Bonnie seized the chance to hit his crotch with her laptop pack.

The man soon burst into scream, flopping onto the ground with his hands holding his crotch.

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Bonnie hurried to run.

However, the man grabbed her ankle the next second. And thus Bonnie stumbled down upon the grit, which slightly

cut her fair skin all over.

“Bitch, how dare you!” huffing, the man was about to slap her.

She could feel his hand swoop across her face. But no pain happened after that.

Instead, the man in her front started to scream for help. He seemed to be more painful than a moment ago when

he got hit on the crotch.

What happened?

Bonnie opened her eyes and then saw a tall shadow standing in her front.

With the moonlight shedding on his back, he looked aloof, proud and noble, totally different from this nasty

deserted factory area.

Obviously, only Sebastian possessed this kind of aura.

Only him!

“How dare you hit her?” his voice sounded chilling as if it were the toll of death, making the drunk man shiver.

“Sorry, I won’t do it again…Please…let me go…” the man kept begging.

Sebastian fixed his dark eyes on him, in which something horrible was surging up, “Tell me, which hand did you use

to touch her?”

“My left…left hand…” the man stammered to answer.

With a crack sound, Sebastian broke his left wrist.

“If anything like that happens again, I will skin you alive!” Sebastian warned with horrible voice. He then cast his

broken wrist away and huffed, “Fuck off!”

The man hurried to run away while holding his broken left hand without looking back.

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Under the hazy moonlight, Sebastian turned to look at Bonnie, who was sitting still on the ground.

She was too scared to make a move. Her delicate cute face was stained by tears. Her almond eyes seemed to lose

the sparkle of sanity, making her pitiful-looking.

Seeing that, Sebastian seemed to feel his heart being jolted greatly.

“Can you stand up yourself?” he asked while reaching out his hand.

His palm was big and warm with slim long fingers and clear-cut contour. It should be defined as a masterpiece of

art more than a simple palm of a living man.

There was once upon a time Bonnie was so crazy about holding his hand.

But now, she avoided it as if it were a kind of poison to her.

Gritting, Bonnie kept his hand off from her own sight. She struggled to stand up on her own.

With his hand frozen in the air, Sebastian was suddenly getting annoyed.

She actually stole more than nine hundred million by his check from him this morning, and now she still insisted to

despise him with that kind of look?

“Miss Annie, as a swindler, I suggest you pay more respect to your victim.” Sebastian said

coldly.

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