Mr. Right, Spoil Me

Chapter 110 Comes Right After

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The airport in the early morning was always sparse and empty enough to not see a clear outline. The

man had only a cell phone in his hand. And his deep eyebrows, even at this time of the day, were still

sharp.

With the flight attendant's arrangement, he entered the first class cabin.

He only had to wait quietly for another four hours.

...

City H.

Sarah did not expect to run into him on the first day back.

Bruce arrived at the Andrew Group. He saw her immediately in the crowd and rushed towards her.

Through the crowd, Sarah was held tightly by him before she even opened her mouth.

He was still in his suit and his hair was fresh.

They hadn't seen each other for only a few days, but it seemed as if it had been a long time.

"Where have you been for the last few days? How come I can't see you every time I come here?"

Last night it was a driver from Bask’s villa who picked her up at home. As soon as she got back she

came to work at the Andrew Group the next day as usual.

Mr. Andrew's grandfather had asked her why she wasn't back with Andrew. Maybe the man also had

something he wanted to hide, so she said he had work to do and she came back first. The old master

didn't ask any further questions and let her go.

She didn't say a word about the pregnancy.

"Let go of me. This is the company. Bruce, are you trying to get me on the front page tomorrow?"

"Come with me."

Bruce took Sarah's hand and led her outside.

They sat in the relatively quiet al fresco dining room and Bruce ordered her an Americano.

"Tell me the truth, where exactly have you been the last few days?"

He almost turned City H upside down but didn't find a trace of her.

He hadn't expected to find out from the detective that she'd gone to S City on business.

How could he not know it was Andrew's idea! How despicable of him!

Sarah took a look at the Americano. She was a little thirsty, and besides, her favorite coffee was

Americano.

But now...

She quietly touched her stomach with the hand hidden under the table, then pushed the coffee away

and poured herself a cup of cold water. She took a sip of water and said,

"What could I have to do? We were there to work. Now, Andrew Group and Randall Group are no

longer partners. I work for Andrew Group. Bruce, can you let me do this job quietly?"

She was tactfully telling him not to come to the Andrew Group for her. That would invite gossip and

people would call her a traitor.

Here was a road to the Andrew Group, and there were already many people casting a glance at them

and whispering.

Bruce didn't take much notice. Seeing that she hadn't even touched the cup of coffee, his eyes couldn't

help but dim a little, "You saved my life last time, so give me a chance to thank you, okay?"

He reached out his hand across the table and attempted to hold her, but she avoided it instantly.

Sarah's scalp was numb. Thinking back to the few days she had gone to S City, she thought she would

be able to relax. Who knew that Matthew was there, and so many other things had happened that she

was now distraught.

She thought that when she came back, at least no one would be around, but she forgot about Bruce.

Why couldn't she have a day of peace?

"I appreciate your kindness. In the future, please don't treat yourself like that again. You're already a

man. There are some responsibilities you need to understand yourself."

He could drink down sorrow, but to be completely decadent wouldn't be worth it.

To put it nicely, it was called staying away from pain and breaking out of bondage, but in the end, he

was just selfish.

You would be happy for a while, someone else might be miserable for a lifetime.

Cynthia said the other day that he was drunk all because of her. It was impossible for her not to feel

guilty. She saved him because she blamed herself for it. Why would she?

Bruce looked at Sarah's cold face. There was no hint of the gentle smile he used to see on her face.

Since when had he lost those?

He was heartbroken.

Probably in this life, regrets and self-loathing would be hidden in his heart and turned into permanent

emotions.

He didn't know the rest of his life, but he knew that with her there for a day, he would live with this cloud

of haze over him.

"Are you so reluctant to talk to me that you don’t even give me a chance?"

Bruce didn't give up and still pursued.

In fact, Sarah just didn't want to. Why would they bother messing with each other anymore? Wasn't it

good for each to be left alone?

"Bruce, if it had been a stranger that night, he was drunk, and his life was in danger, I would also save

him. You shouldn't always feel like you are an exception. That's no longer possible."

Sarah simply didn't hold back her words and gave Bruce a heavy blow.

It was as if, there was a pink heart-shaped balloon full of air, rising higher and higher with height, and

when one looked at it and smiled, but suddenly, it exploded.

In the meantime, the man's dark brows were tightly knitted as he listened to her. He rubbed his brow in

irritation with his thin and clean fingers.

When he opened his eyes again, his eyes were cold but not sharp. He gazed at her softly, "Well, then.

You can tell me whenever you have time."

"I said no. I appreciate your kindness."

Sarah wasn't going to stay here long because the eyes around her were just too keen. Bruce had

already taken one of her hands and refused to let her go, "I'm available whenever you want me to see

me." Next, he pulled out a business card and placed it in her hand, "I know he won't let you save my

number. This number, you can call me whenever you need me. No matter what happens, I'll be here. In

the future..."

He suddenly stopped and pursed his thin lips tightly.

Bruce's eyes were sad and affectionate as he stared at Sarah.

She took one look at the stamped business card with three numbers on it, "In the future what?"

"Let me know if you go anywhere, okay? Let me care for you from a friend's standpoint, okay?"

The feeling of not being able to find her, like she was suddenly gone from this world and uprooted from

his heart, was painful.

It was too late!

It was almost time for work and she was going to be late if she didn't leave. Sarah shoved the business

card in her purse and thought for a moment, "It is good if that's what you think. It's enough for us to be

friends."

Bruce's eyes were deep.

...

When she arrived at the office, Sarah ignored all the criticism and went to the top floor.

Sandy seemed startled and horrified to see her come back.

"Madam, you're back alone?"

"Well, what else?"

Sarah raised her eyebrows.

"The President said you were missing. He searched all over S City and couldn't see you. He was

frantic, and then he knew you were back..."

"He said he'd be three days late, so I come back first."

Sarah shrugged her shoulders and spread her hands.

Sandy swallowed and lowered her voice to say, "No, Madam. Did you sleep at last night? At seven this

morning, the President also got off the plane, and I went to pick him up."

All the papers in her hand fell to the floor.

"What do you mean?"

Sandy acted like she was on her own, "The President is in his office now. He said if you're here..."

"Come in." The voice inside sounded promptly.