Mr. Right, Spoil Me

Andrew was still at the gate of T2 when Bruce arrived.

During the night, these two similar figures gazed at each other with a cold light in their eyes, neither of them speaking.

"According to the latest report, further investigations on the XX.XX.20XX Rolls Royce self-ignition, suggest that it is extremely likely that the victim died from homicide..."

Bruce narrowed his eyes with displeasure, hearing the word 'died' while listening to the reporter's broadcast.

The man beside looked at him and said, "She hasn't died."

"I know."

"And you let her report this?"

Bruce was hearing the word 'died' again and again, and he was sick of the reporter's voice.

Andrew narrowed his eyes as well; however, shaking his head indifferently, he was not as opposed as Bruce.

"Are there any clues?"

Bruce asked him.

Even though he had already taken a couple of guesses, all were in vain.

"Do you know where Matthew Scott went?"

Andrew inquired with his cold voice, casting a sidelong glance at him.

As expected, they knew it all.

That was a play, and only those got to watch the scenes of fun and excitement. "Disappeared totally in the world, do you understand that?" Bruce laughed at himself. He can not believe that he could be so desperate and useless when finding a person.

Andrew seemed like they are in the same situation.

Especially after hearing nothing from him, he got even more gloomy.

Bruce talked about what he had been doing lately, "I have already been to Matthew's, his company, his residence more than 1 times, but I got no results as nobody appeared over there. I know, it is that bastard who took Sarah away."

Andrew was not sure about what had passed among those three before but he could sense from Bruce's speech that Matthew was a troublesome person.

At least since he appeared, Sarah's life had not been peaceful at all.

"Andrew, if it weren't for you, Sarah might have not been taken by him."

Bruce was glaring at him threateningly with discontent.

"Why?"

Disheartened under the moonlight, their eyes were cast upon one another, Bruce's tone was neither too fast nor too slow. "Why?" Bruce sneered.

"I tell you, the baby in Sarah's belly probably isn't there anymore."

"

Under the moon light, Bruce's voice sent fast since he did not like the baby of Sarah, because it was from someone else's.

All of a sudden, Andrew realized his vision abruptly recovered.

Bruce continued, "Matthew can never be that kind. He is a bigoted, radical man. How could he tolerate her giving birth to a child for you? He kidnapped her ninety per cent just for this matter. For a moment, Andrew felt that all the blood in his veins was freezing.

It wasn't the baby he was worried about, but the weak Sarah herself.

He knit his eyebrows tightly, feeling a headache.

"Damm it!"

"Matthew is scum. If he dares to hurt her, I will never leave him in peace in all my life!"

Imagining Sarah being with him, Bruce's head was exploding.

How could such a thin body stand his abnormal abuse!

Besides, no matter the baby is still in her belly or not, if she got physically abused, it would definitely be fatal.

The more he thought about it, the more he got furious, flames of rage burning him.

Andrew noticed that the worried look of Bruce was changing while a trace of coldness invaded which was hard to understand.

He was Sarah's first love and boyfriend.

This title will always exist in his lifetime.

After getting back, Andrew did not actually remember how he left. In the end, he merely saw hatred, jealousy and refusal on Bruce's face.

"If I find her first, I will make her divorce you, marrying you was the worst decision of her life."

"My woman, doesn't lack of love."

He suddenly came to realize that it was a pointless sentence, and added, "I love her and that's enough."

He was so surprised that he could not even understand why he had to say these words at that moment.

When he returned to Bask's villa, the old master was sitting in the living room, the female reporter's voice was too loud on the TV.

"... Due to the insufficient amount of evidence, the police temporarily define this self-ignition as murder, it is believed that the clues will gradually come to light..." "So it's murder again?"

The old master, cleaning his throat, looked at him.

With a vacant look on his face, Andrew came in and changed his shoes. As soon as he entered the room, he picked the remote control and turned off the screen.

His face seemed calm, but it was sort of calm before the storm. Then, he collapsed on the sofa.

Meanwhile, he was completely ignoring the old master's question.

All his movements were completely smooth.

Gazing at him in silence, the old master sat in his usual seat, his eyes looking cloudy, expressing all the hardships of his life.

Lately, his body shrunk since Sarah's 'leaving' had made him suffer badly.

"I asked you something, just tell me!"

The old master repeated it again, looking at Andrew who sat motionless on the sofa.

"Grandpa!", said Andrew suddenly, raising his body into an upright position.

In contrast to his downhearted state when he first came in, he stopped for a few seconds and mocked himself.

"Why did I agree to Sarah's terms and married her? Obviously, everyone can threaten me, so why did I only choose to agree to her?" "Andrew, what's the matter with you?" The old master, with a bewildered look on his face, just came to realize something was wrong with him.

He laughed, sounding far-fetched, "Nothing... It's just that I acknowledge my fault since I underestimated the influence of that woman."

His voice was faint, looking as if indifferent; but in fact, his gullet was shivering.

Meanwhile, the old master slightly stared at him.

For a moment, he felt that the whole world had lost its meaning.

How many people's lifeline, power, wealth were in his hand! How many people could not reach his level of which everyone dreamed! However, now he noticed that they all not worth a hair.

Just like now, the big room was quiet all night but it just lacked her breath and everything was uncomfortable.

Formerly, he used to love silence, but today he wasn't able to fall asleep without her noise around.

That woman had already entered into his life in every way.

He would rather hear her clamouring for the large bed, but she eventually was brought under control and convinced to sleep together. At dawn, she deliberately ignited his desire, but she eventually was brought to comfort him... He realized that he had not experienced this kind of feeling for a long time, as his memory had already begun to get blurred.

"Andrew, you are..."

The old master wanted to interrogate him again, however, Andrew moved as if he was insane and rushed upstairs.

Everything turned inside out, the room was in a complete mess. Sarah's clothes were all scattered in the wardrobe by him and the cotton baby clothes, coming out of nowhere, came in his eyes.[