Mr. Right, Spoil Me

Chapter 140 The Condom on the Bed

Sarah mentally prepared herself before opening the door. But this was different than the previous

times. She was astonished by this room.

The warm decoration was clean and uncluttered. A bed, a desk, a desktop computer, and nothing else.

It was ridiculously simple.

The blanket was very well folded and square like a brick.

Sarah scanned at the room, the passport wasn’t on the desk and Emily had told her that the passport

was in the drawer of the bedside table.

But there were two bedside tables.

Sarah walked in and hesitated and on which side she would go.

She closed the door.

The bedsheet was very tidy and she couldn’t bear to crumple it and didn’t crawl across the bed and so

she walked around it.

She searched the bedside table and there were small notebooks and simple pens.

Sarah knows that Emily was a University teacher and in languages. These books were very normal.

Since it’s said that the passport was in the drawer, she searched the entire drawer.

She didn’t intend to look at the name but written on it were some words. It was Emily’s name.

Sarah didn’t know why but her attention would be drawn to the more critical position that even she was

not aware of.

Her eyes were looking at the few books and then was attracted by a word.

“Diary.”

When she was searching, the diary became very prominent.

She never had the habit of looking at someone’s diary and don’t like to look at someone’s private

things. After all, these were someone’s privacy.

Privacy meant that others should know not to intrude.

But, apart from this word, there was another sentence that made her open the diary. Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

“And his daily routine.”

She cannot help herself as the name was too alluring.

Her fingers began to flip through the pages and getting increasingly curious. “What a joke some people

are. I heard a colleague say, with a marriage certificate, two persons will have to be together. They are

bound with the certificate in life or death. I’m speechless, feelings depend on the ability of a person.

Why are so many people so ignorant? How can a useless piece of paper secure the feelings of two

persons…”

“I went out with him tonight and he brought me to drink my favorite French red wine, the ambiance was

elegant, soft waltz, tonight I was totally conquered.”

“Hospitalized, it must be an old illness. But I didn’t expect that he spent the night by my side. I’m very

fortunate. In this life, there is nothing that can be compared to him.”

“I know, I know, I know…”

…

Sarah looked at each page of the diary. Her eyes were increasingly hazy and she feels unbearably hot.

It was too much. So much that she can’t finish reading it.

“Emily, I know what you meant.”

She didn’t continue to look. She placed the things back into the drawer and she doesn’t think that she

can find anything else there.

The other…

Sarah didn’t approach the side of the bed. She couldn’t bear to crumple the bedsheet.

She squatted and pulled out the top drawer. It was different than the drawer full of notebooks. This was

rather empty.

She didn’t see anything significant with her first glance and then she looked further in. At that moment,

she almost fell over. She was shocked to see what was inside.

Terrified, she loses her senses. She wasn’t as flustered when she was looking at the dairy as she was

now.

The passport is truly here but next to the passport was a blue packet of condoms, one after another.

It’s a length of them with one torn imperfectly. The torn aluminum foil of the packaging could be seen.

In fact, inside it looks like there was a recently used condom, because…

The passport’s edge was being stained.

Sarah covered her mouth and stared at it with her eyes wide open. This was absolutely disgusting.

She wanted to vomit.

She imagined those nights in the thick of passion, how the man perspired, and bit open these

packages with his teeth.

It’s exactly the same!

The marks were clearly from the right side, where the teeth could bite wasn’t much, roughly eight saw

tooth marks. It was strangely similar.

She felt the room spinning as she sat on the ground dazed. She was totally paralyzed in disgust by

what she saw in the drawer.

Why did she have to see these, it’s so cruel!

She really doesn’t want to take that passport!

She couldn’t imagine that thing becoming one with the passport and imprint on it forever!

That’s a condom!

And not only one!

A regular link has 12 had half of it had been used and 6 remained. She doesn’t dare to look anymore.

What if there are more inside?

Sarah felt her heartache terribly. Her breathing was labored and her throat felt strangled by someone.

She felt extremely troubled.

Exactly the same… everything was exactly the same…

What has she done to let her see all these on purpose!

There was really no need to shock her eyes with all these!

After a while, she doesn’t even know how long, she picked up the passport and another condom

dropped out from it. It wasn’t totally opened, just a small corner.

Sarah bit her lips and tightly pursed her lips. She took a piece of napkin and wipes the stain on it.

Okay, she has seen it, as she wished.

The phone rang.

There was no name indicated but Sarah has remembered.

“Sarah, have you found the passport? The airplane will take off in half an hour, please hurry up!”

She sounded very desperate and was obviously extremely anxious.

Sarah was quiet for three seconds, “Okay, I got it.”

“That’s good, then quickly…”

…

Before she could finish, the call ended.

Sarah placed the passport in a paper bag and didn’t touch it directly. Even when she picked it up was

using a napkin to wrap it. The rest of the things were as they laid like she was never there.

Her exhausted heart had no reason to beat. Her breathing was through panting through her mouth due

to the weight on her shoulders. The load was so heavy that she felt unable to stand up.

The night outside was a sea of black. She felt like she had gone to hell and the scene was very

intense. She stared blankly into the sky.