Mr. Right, Spoil Me

Chapter 159 Consider It As A Practice

"Marry me, will you?"

Beside the ears, he murmured an emotional voice. His icy cold eyes formed from depression was

mostly melted by her warmth, tinted with a moment of softness and gentleness.

His handsome round eyes could be obviously described as affectionate and warm.

The sparkling heart-shaped diamond ring shone with glimmering colours under the rays of the sun.

His attractive eyeballs were approximately the size of a quail egg.

Sarah was really caught off guard, not expecting that he had deliberately arranged everything just for

this moment...

Her finger was being held by him, and with one nod of her head, she could instantly possess the

diamond ring that was desired by every woman in the world.

Yes, it was indeed a beautiful diamond ring, aren’t all wedding proposals supposed to be like this?

Promising to be with him, this scene will eventually be expected to occur sooner or later...

She shrank back slightly, but found out that his hand was also secretly holding harder, imprisoning her

fingertips, making it clear that she must say "yes, I, do."

"Why didn't you let me know?"

She could only say such a ridiculous thing stupidly, she really didn't know what to say.

"To make you surprised, like it?"

He was still on a one-knee gesture, and his loving gaze constantly increased over time.

Sarah wanted to say that the word frightened would be more appropriate for her.

However, it was impossible for it to come out of her mouth, so she could only spit it out in her heart.

Around them, some people saw the scene and screamed. Some were clapping, and some were

cheering, their mouths chanting languages from all over the world.

Enthusiastic and exuberant foreigners, they were as happy as larks.

Sarah felt those stinging eyes staring at her. She didn't like the feeling of being surrounded by people.

But now, she had to do something.

"I am already married, how do you want me to ... accept you again?"

Sarah looked at him as he dropped his gaze bit by bit but immediately explained again, "I mean, at the

very least, let me give birth to the child, and then, when I'm free, we'll ... again, okay?"

It made her feel tremendously guilty like she was a slut who had deliberately misbehaved!

Upon hearing, the man who had been kneeling on one knee suddenly nodded his head. Pinching his

diamond ring despite her promise, he then slipped it into her hand. Although she tried to bend her

fingers, he still fitted through it. The cold smile on his face made Sarah have no choice but only to obey

him.

The people around thought that it was a successful marriage proposal. Not understanding Sarah's

words, they excitedly applauded for the couple: "Congratulations!"

That was obviously to congratulate Matthew.

Sarah listened to Matthew reply fluently in different languages, for some such as French and Russian,

she couldn't even understand. She was surprised that he knew so much.

"I promise you, I’ll take this proposal as a practice. Wear this ring first, I will buy you another unique one

later on."

Matthew said in a low and quiet voice. With an arm around her waist, he spoke those words in a

volume that only the two of them could hear.

Sarah's heart was quite relieved, it was fortunate that he had agreed.

"Kiss me."

He commanded, raising his voice slightly on purpose, "my angel, kiss me."

The screams came again, the foreigner's enthusiasm was innate, clapping at Sarah in support.

For a moment, her entire body was in a panic.

Her spine was clearly basking in the sun, but what came out was cold sweat.

Matthew’s lips were thin, so thin that they were almost gone, and they were tightly closed, like a sharp

line.

It was like a dragonfly briefly touching on the water surface, quickly withdrawn.

Sarah knew that without doing this, things would get tricky later on.

Matthew was satisfied, leaving a light peck on her face and hugging her, "Wait for me. In eight months,

I will definitely give you a grand wedding."

Sarah was lying on his chest, her body leaned against him. Although it wasn't the first time, she had

often leaned against him a long while ago, but now every time she got close, it only made her feel more

uneasy.

This feeling is like blowing a pink balloon, when it dries up, you long for it to get bigger quickly. But to a

certain degree, the more you blow, the more the weight of your heart grows, becoming heavier. Who

knew whether or not the balloon will instantly explode into pieces the next second.

At night, Sarah was a little surprised when she thought that she was still living in that little cabin, but

Matthew took her to another place instead.

No longer smelling the salty stench of seawater, but a clean villa surrounded by water.

"That house is just a place for me to go when I admire the sea occasionally, and this is the place where

we will live together from now on."

Matthew placed a key in her palm.

Upon entry, the soundproofing was exceptionally remarkable. It was like opening the door to an entirely

different world.

"The room is on the second floor ... I'm next door to you."

He said quietly.

Secretly relieved at the tip of her heart, Sarah pursed her lips and nodded.

Oil paintings on the snowy white wall, a simple yet generous sofa, stairs, bookshelves decorated with

steps. Without the solemnity of the European style, this was once her ideal living environment.

Her heart suddenly felt sore, Sarah took two deep breaths of fresh air. Why had he always

remembered so clearly?

"The maids are only summoned when needed, the rest of the time, it's just us."

"Well, I see."

He opened his arms, one on top of the other.

"What do you mean?"

Sarah was puzzled by his pose.

"I'll carry you up."

Without saying a word after the moment he finished talking, he had already picked her up across the

room, the stairs were an innovatively designed walk on a bookcase.

"Alright, I can walk on my own." Sarah glared at him and jumped down herself, he can’t be carrying her

into the room.

Matthew didn't force her but nodded instead, "Be careful when you go down the stairs by yourself."

His gaze was focused on her stomach.

"Got it, I'm going to check out my room, so don't follow me."

Right in front of the door of the second floor, she walked in and closed the door.

"Phew ..."

Leaning her back against the door, Sarah felt like her entire body could finally relax, even her throat

can feel less tension.

Leaning on the door, she was like a snail, sliding down slowly.

The room really surprised her, it was almost similar to the Scott family’s house, and the Scott family’s

house, again, was once a shadow the Cox Family’s house.

Strange, what was the point of him copying it step by step like this?

Where did he find the sold-out puppets on the floor she'd bought long ago? Sarah took a general look Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

at the room, this place was indeed much better than the cabin.