Mr. Right, Spoil Me
Chapter 75 Don’t dare to resist

Everything will have a first coincidence but for the same coincidence to happen twice, then it no longer was a coincidence.

Once, they were besties and shared all their deepest secrets. They were always together in school. They were like bees and honey. They even shared the same dress.

Sarah knew fully well what kind of person Cynthia was. Quiet, never gets involved, doesn't stand out in a crowd and kept in her heart what she wanted to say.

It was very difficult to have an honest exchange with her unless you are sufficiently "clean", meaning that you do not interfere with who she wanted and what she wanted to do.

Otherwise, there will always be a barrier. Just like now they were apart because of Bruce. This was the grudge that will forever persists.

When she saw her at Randall Group for the first time with the look of animosity, she knew immediately all the memories of them together had vanished.

Cynthia walked towards Sarah and stood by Bruce, in her mouth was laden full of mockery, "Don't you think that I want to wait for him to be sober before I say these? I want to say it in front of him. Sarah how could you replace the courage to hurt him to this extend?"

Sarah laughed when she heard that last sentence, "Why are you so certain that I was the one who hurt him? Didn't you see it a year ago? I was almost dead and knelt down begging each one of you, how did you all treat me? I know that you like Bruce but I'm also your good friend. I treated you with true kindness. How can you be so biased?"

Cynthia had a sudden expression of panic, as if she was trying to evade something.

Sarah continued, "Do you remember my eighteenth birthday? I was drunk and you don't know I went to the restroom. In the cubicle, I heard my best friend speak ill about me to the person who I liked. She even told him that she liked him. She was willing to be a hidden lover, someone who will arrive when needed, friends with benefits. Cynthia, this is you!"

When these were said, Cynthia went on the offensive, "Then why don't you say it out earlier? Why? This is my choice, is that wrong?"

"You're not wrong, you are willing to become a whore, a slut, an unethical plaything, this is your choice.

At the moment, the ambulance arrived.

The next morning, gentle breeze came through the window sill bringing along cool and soft air into the room.

The room was quiet while a haggard man laid on the hospital bed. His eyelashes moved slightly while his pale lips quiver without any strength.

He was semi-conscious.

"Sarah, Sarah.” He continued to murmur the name.

His eyes start to crack open and a ray of light stabbed directly into his eyes. He came to his senses.

He raised his hand, frowned and rubbed his eyebrow. He realized the lady sleeping beside him at the edge of the bed. Her weak and even breathing indicated that she was still in deep sleep. Her long hair was sparse and covered the side of her face.

"Sarah?"

Bruce was surprised and shocked, how come she was here?

With his fingers, he arranged her hair slowly and gently.

So, she was taking care of him last night?

She was still asleep and frowns, her eyes were sunken and slightly green, enough to see that she was exhausted.

Bruce felt as if his head was about to explode like a balloon. This was the hangover from last night's drinking.

When he got up, his stomach felt sharp pains but he persisted to get out of bed. He carried the woman onto the bed and covered her with the blanket.

It was easy to catch a cold and it was obvious that she didn't sleep well the entire night.

He looked intently at the person on the bed, looking at every detail, her eyebrows, touching her with his fingers.

Sarah was a beauty, every man will notice her. She was elegant, plain, soft, delicate. Even a woman will replace her attractive.

"It was you who took care of me the entire night? I know that you will not abandon me."

Bruce was so happy that he kissed her. His heart was full of warmth. He held onto her hands and kissed it periodically.

Perhaps he overdid it and the woman opened her eyes in a daze. She woke up.

"You're awake?"

She asked him, rubbing her eyes.

Bruce told her to continue to sleep, Sarah refused.

"No need. This is your bed, how can I use it."

Sarah just realized that she was on the bed and lifted the blanket. She couldn't replace her shoes and her hair was in a mess... the door opened!

"Bang." The sound rang out and the glass door vibrated. The heart was startled and a body emerged.

The morning light cast on his shoulders and the shadows led his footsteps. He was full of gloom.

"Andrew..."

When Sarah looked at his eyes, she began to tremble.

His eyes were bloodshot and expressionless.

Bruce stood one side, compared to Andrew who was in his business suit, Bruce was wearing his patient gown and it made him look extremely haggard.

"You accompanied him the entire night?"

Andrew looked at Sarah who was still on the bed. The blanket was creased and the woman's face was full of press marks. Her clothes were messy, all burned into his memory.

Sarah saw his expression and got off the bed immediately. Even if she didn't replace the shoes and stepped on the ground bare feet, and ran to him, "Andrew, please let me explain. It's not what you think..."

As Sarah was talking, she was picked up by him and his look was sinister and was looking at her feet.

"I'm fine, can you hear my explanation first?" She anxiously begged.

Andrew coldly looked at her and placed her back on the bed. He picked up the shoes that were at a corner. "Put them on."

He threw the shoes in front of her.

Sarah did and dared not deviate. She saw that he'll erupt at any moment and obediently wore the shoes.

Andrew pulled her over and buttoned up her collar. Not a word in the entire process.

Sarah was like a doll being controlled. Whatever Andrew wanted her to do, she immediately did. And all these occurred right in front of Bruce.☐☐☐☐☐☐☐