Mr. Right, Spoil Me
Chapter 62 The Sudden Image of a Body

"I'll know sooner or later, Sarah." Bruce said.

"That's why I should agree to this impossibly favorable trade, right?"

Bruce was silent. But his sullen and depressed look only said one word "Absolutely".

Sarah laughed coldly and disingenuously looked at him, "You throw so much money on me just to replace out that trivial information. Since you said that you'll replace out sooner or later, then why are you doing this?"

That last part revealed her disbelief at how much he had changed. At this moment, Bruce was like a stranger to her. Money! Does he think that she is desperate for money? Perhaps in the past but now she doesn't!

"Sarah," Bruce held onto one of her hands and softly said, "I only want to say that you are the one I want. I can give you everything. What ever you want, I'll make it happen.”

His gaze started to get closer and almost to her lips and she immediately turned away.

"No!" Sarah forcefully pushed him off. Her arms were held on too firmly and she panicked.

Bruce's hands didn't let go. He stared affectionately and deeply into her and their eyes locked. His grip on her slender wrists tightened and pulled her into his embrace.

"Give me another chance, please? I will take care of you better than any one!" He moved towards her dodging lips and finally he held firmly onto her head and firmly kissed her.

Sarah's eyes were wide open in shock and couldn't believe what was happening. Both of her hands were on his chest trying her best to push him away. Her fingers tips dug into his white shirt and into his flesh. She desperately tried to make him stop.

But when someone starts, he won't stop. "Bruce, you asshole!"

Sarah was helpless and was cursing and struggling. How can he do this? How can he force himself on me? Does he know that his actions are totally abominable!

Just as Sarah's strength was at the limit and he was about to overpower her, the door opened. A lady entered.

At this moment Sarah gave Bruce a kick in the groin as hard as she could. He screamed in pain and released his grip on her. Sarah pushed him away with all with her remaining strength!

Sarah quickly grabbed the documents that were scattered over the sofa, she didn't bother with her messy hair, and dashed out.

"Sarah, why did you..."

Cynthia entered the room and saw them making out.

At the corner of his eye he saw a hand swiftly striking him, the finger tips dug into his flash, the pain was excruciating.

Their shoulders brushed and Sarah didn't raise her head to look at her. Her senses were already overwhelmed and there wasn't any left for anyone else. "Sarah, Sarah..."

She was already no where to be seen. Cynthia called out twice again.

"Get out!" It was Bruce, who shouted at the top of his voice and fiercely stared at her.

His hands were empty. She was here a moment ago and now he just stared at the woman standing by the door.

"I, did I come at the wrong time?"

"Get the fuck out! I don't want to say the third time!"

Unable to get what he wanted, Bruce undid his tie in frustration and threw it onto the sofa. He unbuttoned his shirt and his tight and fair muscled chest was panting in anger. He felt insulted. He almost, almost could have gotten what he...

But not only did she not leave, she closed the door and walked over.

"I know I interfered with your advances, Bruce, haven't you noticed that Sarah isn't as she was before? Just now you forced yourself on her, didn't you?

Bruce kept quiet, he felt very hot and undid his collar to cool down.

"If you really kissed her, I guarantee that you will never see her again." Cynthia spoke with confidence as if she had experienced something similar.

Bruce still didn't speak. Holding to his forehead, he was frowning deeply.

"Are you hurting?" She started to worry about his condition.

Bruce got up and still didn't say anything and did not even look at her.

"Bruce... Bruce..."

Cynthia didn't give up and asked, "If you want it, I, can I...?"

Instantly, she undressed and her clothes piled on the floor. She stood in front of him without any reservations.

"You made me say the same words thrice, Fuck off!"

Bruce didn't even look at her and walked into the inner room. When Cynthia heard these words, her expression immediately went blank. This is the surest way to insult a woman. He didn't even look at her once when she was undressed before him. For a person who normally thinks with his dick, she wasn't even able to entice him in this manner. She felt like a total failure! Bruce was just like that.

"Sarah, why have you turned up at this time? I was almost successful..." Cynthia was having difficulty accepting this. The scene brought her back a year. Cold tears start to flow down her elegant face. Suddenly, she shot out a look.

Sarah left but she didn't go back to the company because there was totally no progress with the project. She was afraid that the manager will ask about the discussion with Randall Group. She doesn't have an

answer.

The cold breeze greeted her face as she was waiting for the public bus. She calmed down further.

What happened today was too sudden. Bruce's actions far exceeded her expectations and wasn't something she could've imagined. If Cynthia didn't come in...

What would happen to the project with Randall Group? What he did was too unacceptable and does she have any further purpose in going there? She looked at her cell phone and there were numerous missed calls, it was from the same person.

"Bruce, why did you behave that way?"

Upon boarding the bus, she found a seat towards the rear and sat down. She opened the windows for air, put on her ear phones. Only then did the world exist.

Sarah rode the entire route. She didn't want to go back to the company. In this aimless journey, she could relax and decompress. It must be fate, as she walked; she stood at a diner which serves noodles. The signboard was still the same as before. This diner was very small, there were five to six tables. But it was always full with customers.

Sarah took out the change from the bus ride, there were 2 dollars. She hopes that the prices weren't raised.

The door was made of glass. She smiled as she opened the door and at that moment, emerging from the group of people behind the door was an image. Sarah broke out in cold sweat and her smile froze, inclusive of her feet. She didn't know to move forward or back. The image moves closer and closer and, in the end, it hugged her!00000