Stomp on Your Broken Heart With Our Babies novel Chapter 82

The body of Erika immediately trembled.

Oh, shit. Did this hot uncle see through her?

“No... Nope. I am daddy’s baby girl, as it were.” Erika hurriedly patted her chest and said.

Then she peeped Sebastian from the corner of the eyes.

From her angle, the profile of Sebastian could be seen, smooth and perfect as a sculpture.

Ah!

She really envied little Joanna that she got such a handsome dad, but her daddy was blind and dead.

The more Erika thought, the sadder she became. She sighed and her eyes drooped, looking particularly sad.

Sebastian looked at the little girl in front of him, and doubts showed up in his eyes.

He never thought that little Joanna would sigh like that.

Was this little girl really his daughter?

But then he dismissed the thoughts.

This little girl in front of him cannot be anyone else unless he also left a seed outside, and that seed was the same to little Joanna exactly, otherwise it’s impossible that he cannot recognize.

“Let’s go for dinner.” Sebastian withdrew his thoughts and murmured.

With his words, Erika got happy again. She held Sebastian’s arm tightly, and wanted a hug.

Sebastian twitched the corner of the mouth, but he did it.

Then there was an extremely strange scene in the Sunshine Villa.

Mr. Grant who had worn a cold face incredibly became a good father and lifted his daughter to dinner.

The servants raised their hands and rubbed their eyes so hard.

Sebastian sipped his lips. “No.”

“Oh, I’ll eat it myself!” Erika bowed her head, holding the large basin and clumsily poking around inside with chopsticks.

“If you don’t eat, we go.” Said Sebastian.

It was a place he didn’t want to stay a minute longer.

Erika hurriedly raised his head, “No, I want to eat! But the cook gave me a lot of coriander in the noodles, and I have to pick out the coriander!”

Hearing this, Sebastian lowered his eyes and looked at her. “You hate coriander?”

“Oh?” Erika inexplicably felt guilty, and held the chopsticks tightly, “No…not, but I don’t want to eat it today because pretty aunt taught me to draw coriander, and I don’t want to hurt it.”

Sebastian lightly scanned the little gilt in front of him.

Half a minute later, he reached out and directly took away the bowl of rice noodles.