Sebastian smiled imperceptibly and took the child from Naomi.
The man had never carried a child on his own before. His movements were a little clumsy, but because he was very careful, the scene looked warm and inviting for a moment.
Seeing this, Naomi finally smiled with relief. "I knew you'd turn good."
While they were chatting, I curled my fingers and scratched Hendrix's palm with my fingernails. When he looked down at me, I whispered, "The explosives. We need to escape."
Hendrix understood me, but he didn't react. His eyes narrowed slightly, which showed that he was working on it.
I turned to look at Sebastian and found him looking at the child as if he was looking at a treasure, his gaze passionate and full of ambition.
He held the child's tiny hand as if he could draw strength from the child with a smile on his face.
Did I think too poorly of Sebastian? Perhaps the purity and beauty of a child could really fix everything?
However, as soon as that came into mind, Sebastian dodged Naomi's attempt to approach him, and handed the child to a bodyguard next to him. Then, he stood up slowly and said, "Take the child away."
"Yes." The bodyguard nodded and then walked out with the child in his arms.
Naomi was stunned and rushed forward to grab for her child, but Sebastian shoved her away. He looked disgusted at her miserable and pained expression. "Don't you love me? If you do, stay here and die with me!"
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