Mr. Right, Spoil Me
Chapter 78 Marry and Divorce

Cynthia arrived with breakfast in her hands, not long after Sarah left. She saw him alone in the room and was confused as she entered the room.

She did not ask where Sarah had gone and placed the breakfast on the table. She walked to Bruce's side and said, "You are awake, have some breakfast. I brought some porridge, it's good for your gastric." He had bleeding from his stomach ulcers and was life-threatening. It was fortunate that he arrived at the hospital in time.

Bruce stood next to the bed, his posture and expression were the same when Sarah left. He came to his senses when he heard Cynthia's voice.

When he saw the breakfast, his gaze turned, "No."

When Cynthia heard what he said, she guessed, "Sarah left, right?"

She had to ask this regardless as this was the only sentence that can trigger a response from him.

"Yes." As expected, the man's voice was husky and he continued to ask, "Yesterday, did you call her?"

Cynthia opened the plastic bag containing the breakfast. One bowl of porridge, the slight fragrance of rice floats across the room. She carried the bowl over and placed it in front of him. "Eat and I'll tell you." Bruce looked at the plain porridge and did not have any appetite but he wanted to hear what she had to say. So he took over the bowl in his hands.

Cynthia saw him taking over the bowl but had not opened his mouth. She smiled as a self-mockery and felt the pain within.

"I asked Bonnie for her number. Bonnie said that Andrew does not want Sarah to have any other people's contact.

Other people, that included him.

Bruce looked at the porridge as he listened to her. His expression was calm and looked on. He was unable to accept it and hatred was welling up.

He didn't open his mouth and placed the porridge down.

"Sarah is not happy." He said.

Cynthia looked towards him and at the porridge, something shattered into pieces.

Bruce rubbed his eyebrow and the corner of his eye was suddenly in pain. It was the reaction to last night's binge drinking.

Cynthia wanted to help him but was rejected by him.

"Please go home, I don't need anyone to take care of me."

Bruce's intentions were very clear with his instructions for her to leave.

Cynthia's dark eye bags were not difficult to detect except that she used concealer and makeup to cover it up.

When she heard him, her eyebrows raised, her gaze lowered and suddenly erupted, "Why do you care only about Sarah? Sarah, forever only her. What about me? Why don't you look at me? Where am I incomparable to her? If the porridge was bought by Sarah, will you treat it the same way? Will you pull a face for her to see? Bruce, I am deeply in love with you, why can't you see it?"

All the pent up words were released at that moment. Cynthia was usually refined and quiet but now she finally erupted in front of Bruce.

She roared, cried, and struggled, unwilling to accept his indifference and can't understand why was he so cruel and merciless to her.

He looked up, saw her crying in agony, and said calmly, "I'm doing this for your sake. Don't waste your time on me. If you cannot take it you can leave, no one is forcing you."

It was true, she did all these at her own volition, wasn't it?

He had never forced her, never given her any false hopes, never given her any special treatment as he did to Sarah. It had always been like that.

But people are selfish. When you want a person, you would want him entirely.

In the past, her wish was to be able to see him every day. When they broke up, she felt that she had a chance. Bruce treated her rather well although she was a replacement, she was willing to do it.

But as time passed, he seemed to change and didn't treat her specially, just as before. But she had already gone too deep. She wanted to be by his side all the time, lockstep with him. How could she take back her feelings? Cynthia seemed to realize and begged Bruce, "No, I don't want to leave you. I'm sorry. What I said just now was because I was anxious, I didn't mean it. I wish, I just wished. I know that you still love her but she is already married and her husband is Andrew. Can't you move on?"

This didn't seem to be a question. Bruce was cold and his jaw was taut, he looked at her eyes and said, "If she can marry, she can also divorce."

Divorce...

Cynthia was shocked and couldn't believe that he said this, divorce, he wanted Sarah to divorce!

What was on his mind to say something as ridiculous as this!

In what sense was Sarah so good that he could go to such an extent to want her back at all costs?

She now wondered if all that she did were for nothing.

Unexpectedly, he had used them to prove to her how much he loved that woman!

Why such a woman can get him to be so dedicated to her!

Cynthia was mortified, expressionless, her lips pressed flat.

After that time of "deep interaction", Sarah didn't dare to be near him. She wanted to move to the Bask residence, Andrew didn't allow. In the end, she used her period as a reason and was worried that he couldn't resist in the middle of the night. It was better that they separate for a while.

"Seven days, women's period lasts for a week, isn't it?" Before she left Andrew looked at the information searched on Google and read it to Sarah. She was just using this as an excuse.

She quickly agreed, "Yes, seven days. These few days let your hands keep you accompany."

When he understood her meaning, Andrew shrugged.

Once she was at Bask residence, the servants were happy to see her.

"Sir, Sir, missus is home. Didn't master say that these few days she will be at his place? I'll go and boil some chicken soup for her to help her recuperate.

At the Bask residence, as soon as she entered she heard those words spoken by Megan. She was embarrassed in an instance.

Recuperate? Isn't she fine?

Andrew's grandfather was very happy to see Sarah.

"You're back?"

"Yes, grandpa."

"Come in, I heard from Andrew that these few days you were at his place, right?"

Sarah doesn't know why but the entire household was giving her a strange look and smile.

What did that scoundrel Andrew say?

"Yes Grandfather, he brought me there. It's also near to the office and I agreed."

Just as she was saying these, a servant laughed, "Missus, don't lie to us. Master said that he arranged for a candlelight room especially for you. There is nothing to be shy about.