Mr. Right, Spoil Me

Chapter 22 It Is Not Funny to Be a Fool

When she arrived home, she raised her eyes and saw the room was dark.

Sarah took out the keys from the bag and entered her house as usual.

Three seconds had not passed. When she was bending down at the porch to change shoes, the

sudden strength on her waist made her nerves tense and stiff for a moment.

She fell into someone's arms.

He smelled clear and cool with subtle hints of tobacco. Out of expectation, there was no woman's smell

on him.

Andrew!

"You're back?"

"You're back?"

They asked each other at the same time.

The dark shadow of the man covered from behind her. A trace of the violence that couldn't be predicted

floated wildly.

"Go back to the room, ok?" There was a threat she could heard hid in gentleness.

Andrew spoke the sentence behind her ear. Soft strength tickled her skin.

Sarah didn't know that he appeared so suddenly. So when he entered the house and went upstairs, his

not turning on the light was intentional?

Anyway, now that she was in the living room, she couldn't disturb Andrew's grandfather who had fallen

asleep.'

"Sure."

In the moment of entering, the door was slammed shut with fierce strength.

Sarah trembled. She saw him close the door and walk to her.

Andrew folded his arms, and then looked at her with extremely cold eyes.

There was no temperature in his eyes. "Was my family so poor that you should go to that kind of place

to earn money?"

The cold and ferocious voice was sharp and aimed at her. He had a straight nose. His eyes like the

deep ocean, almost drilled a hole in her face.

Sarah knew that she could not run away from his punishment tonight.

"I'm sorry. I promise that is the last time, because I've quit that job."

"Really? Won't you continue to do the job?" The man looked at her with a sneering smile. Her

remaining makeup was not taken off. Her thick eye shadow was still there, making her seem to be a

very bad eighteen-year-old girl.

The fire in his chest was about to engulf all his senses. "I see you laugh so delightedly. Were you sure

you're not trying to please them when you sell wine?"

How did this damned woman dare to sell wine in those ragged clothes and walk around the men? Did

she underestimate her own ability of luring people?

If he didn't arrive there earlier, what would happen now?

Sarah looked at him blankly. She frowned. Was it necessary to say those mean words?

"Andrew, tonight is just an accident. I wanted to resign, but the manager asked me to sell the last bottle

of wine. I can't refuse him. Don't be angry, OK?"

It was really her fault. As a member in Andrew's family, she could afford to lose her face, but she

couldn't lose Andrew's family's face.

Now she must think about Andrew's family before doing anything.

Weak voice wrapped in the woman's soft coquetry, trying to be close to his consciousness. But it was

no use when she faced the man.

"Why didn't you turn down his request as you had played the tricks to enter my family?"

If his words before was pure humiliation, then the later words was humiliation with lashing, which had

stricken her self-esteem a lot. Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

So, was he thinking that she was willing to laugh with those men?'

She sneered and threw her bag directly on the bed. She combed her hair freely.

Her red lips curled up a seductive arc. "Mr. Andrew, who was that woman tonight? I haven't seen you

come back since I've been married with you. So, you've been staying at her house for a long time?"

He could pick a thorn to abuse her. So she could. Don't consider he was totally clean!

Since Eric had told her everything, she knew all the things clearly. Sooner or later, they both would

know that it was not funny to be a fool.

From the beginning to the end, Andrew's eyes were cold to the extreme. There was already a hint of

anger in his eyes.