FreeNovelSebastian leans over and drops a soft kiss on Bonnie's forehead.
A slapdash kiss, but still, Bonnie was embarrassed and blushed.
"What are you doing?" Sebastian lowered his eyes and looked at Bonnie in front of him, his tone was flat, "A stamp to prove that you are mine." "It's not like I'm your exclusive item, stamping doesn't work." Bonnie pouted and muttered.
Hearing this, Sebastian looked at her with a bit of distress, "So what would it take to work?" "With love, of course, you prove tothat you loveand only me, and | will naturally stay with you." Bonnie said seriously.
Sebastian looked at Bonnie thoughtfully, "Prove it, | seem to be pretty good at it." For the rest of the night, he worked hard to prove it to Bonnie.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe woman beneath her cried so hard that her voice was mute, and finally sobbed herself to sleep.
Sebastian drew back and reached out a bony hand to ruffle the wet bangs from her cheeks, murmuring almost obsessively, "Bonnie, | love you, all that | am, all that you are." And he only asks Bonnie to stay by his side forever! The sound was so soft that the sleeping Bonnie did not hear it.
Thas passed and it has been a week since Aliyah moved to live in the middle of town.
When the housekeeper was leaving, he took two thousand dollars for Aliyah.
The original two thousand dollars was enough for Aliyah to live for a month.
But she was used to being spendthrift, so she spent all her money in a week.
The landlord was kind enough to offer her a job washing dishes, but Aliyah immediately refused when she saw that she had to wash them by hand.
She had been pampered for decades, but she had never done this kind of work before.
This wash a day down, hands have to peel ten layers of skin it! Aliyah had a hard-on, so she went downtown to try to get smoney by other means.
Of course, this approach is very simple and clear, that is to find those old sisters who used to borrow a little money.
Aliyah changed into the high-luxury dress she wore the day she left the Grant Residence, pretended she hadn't fallen on hard times, and managed to get into the private room on the top floor.
Then it was texting and waiting for those old sisters to cfor afternoon tea.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBut from two o'clock until five o'clock in the afternoon, no one came.
Instead, the waiter cin several times and asked Aliyah when the check would be ready.
"I didn't order anything, so why should | check out?" Aliyah found it unbelievable.
The waiter replied, "You need to pay for a private room, too." After a pause, he raised his eyes to look Aliyah up and down again, "You don't have any money, do you?" That abject look made Aliyah feel insulted! "How can | not have money, say, how much?" Aliyah opened her wallet with the last remaining three hundred dollars.
"Three thousand dollars!" The waiter said.
Aliyah's hand stops! Three thousand? It's just a shitty private room, how can it be so expensive! "What's the matter, you don't really have no money, do you?" The waiter asked in surprise.
Aliyah's face is ironic, but her eyes are a little averted, "I got a text from a friend, she said she'll be right over, go ahead and getready, just to the highest standard." "Okay, okay." Once the waiter heard that Aliyah had ordered something, his attitude immediately changed and he turned around and went out with a fart.
Just after the first foot, Aliyah also hurriedly stood up and ran straight out.
She didn't even dare to take the elevator, lest she might run into the waiter, and had to push open the door to the safe passage and go downstairs one floor at a tfrom the 66th floor.
That hasty back is simply falling away.
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