Mr. Right, Spoil Me

Bruce's cold beautiful eyes were in front of her eyes. Sarah breathed deeply at this moment.

Faced with his inquiry, she was silent for a while.

There were a word appearing in her mind funny.

"Why should I see you?"

She looked up and responded him by asking.

Her foot wanted to move away from his area, but was still imprisoned by him.

Bruce's eyebrows jumped immediately. Blue veins stood out on his temples, and the brow tip was cold and frosty.

He may not like what she said. Otherwise, how could he be so angry?

He opened his mouth and said, "I admit that it was my fault in the past. I have been waiting for you all this year."

When hearing "I've been waiting for you", Sarah could not keep calm.

The feeling transformed from small ripples, rolling into waves, engulfed her whole heart.

"I'm married."

She threw it out almost without hesitation. The monotonous tone and careless voice made the person in front of her totally stiff.

He looked at her in a stunned way and couldn't believe what she said.

"It's true." She stressed it.

Nobody knew how trembling her heart was at the moment, as if air had been drained, and her heart beat paralyzed.

Oh! How ridiculous! He told her that he had been waiting for her. What does he want to express?

She had been married. If she had affairs with other men, Andrew would never let her go!

Bruce had released her. His whole person was numb in place. His slightly moist lips were shaking rapidly.

His reaction was like seeing the reality that he couldn't accept the most.

At this time, Sarah shoved away him who stopped her and ran away when he didn't pay attention.

Her eyes had been wet unconsciously. She covered her sour nose. When she winked, two drops of tears fell down.

She ran out crazily, for fear that the person behind would catch up again. After she got out of the company's gate and get on a taxi, she finally dared to burst out crying.

A year ago

It was a thunderstorm night. She knelt at the gate. The lightning flashed and thundered. The rain wet her clothes. The lightning flames lit her pale face. She still didn't get up. She just hoped that the person in the house would come out to see her.

"Miss Sarah, our young master will not come out to see you. Please go back."

The butler looked at her and felt distressed. He couldn't bear to watch her situation anymore and persuaded her to go back home.

The blue corner of her lips had shown her physical condition. If she continued kneeling, she would either hurt or fall down.

"No, I beg you. Can you help me persuade him to go out? Listen to my explanation. I really didn't have affairs with other men. I was framed by someone that night. "

The butler shook his head as if he got angry or helpless, and finally went in.

Her persistence succeeded, and the person in the house really came out.

With the rain washing, her eyes became scarlet and sore. She begged him, "Bruce, I beg you, lend me 200000, OK? My dad has been sent to the hospital because of the company's business. He must have an operation immediately, or he will never wake up. I don't have so much money. Would you lend it to me first? I'll give it back to you."

"Give me back what? Give your broken body that has been used by others?"

The man's face was cold. His eyes were like frozen ice. The words were like a straight knife thrusting into her heart.