Mr. Right, Spoil Me

Chapter 89 Drunken Andrew Fooling Around

“Mrs. Bask, thank god you are finally here. Come on! Mr. Bask was taken away by someone!”

Sandy shoved Sarah forward before the latter could see his face.

No one dared to be closed to her hearing the way Sandy called her: Mrs. Bask. Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

Sarah was in shock as well. She never heard Sandy calling her Mrs. Bask before because he wasn’t

even allowed to do so, but she was too busy to care about small businesses like this.

“Didn’t you say that he’s drunk? Where is he?”

Sandy answered right away, “Right there! Right there!”

Just a second ago, Bianca escorted Mr. Bask into the lounge.

People from the crowd all backed up for them to get through. They kept hearing the name “Mrs. Bask”.

“Andrew Bask is married? His assistant kept calling her Mrs.”

“I heard that too.”

“What??”

Everyone here would remember Sarah Cox, who came all the way here with her slippers.

“Did he go to the bathroom?”

Sarah looked around lounge, wondering why she couldn’t find him in this tiny space.

Sandy was about to reply, meanwhile, two people appeared in their vision.

Bianca showed up with Andrew, with his one arm around her shoulder. Both Sarah and she were

staggered.

Both fixed their eyes on each other. All the sudden, the atmosphere became heavy.

Sarah pursed her lips, quietly looking at Andrew’s arm on Bianca’s shoulder.

Bianca had no idea who this woman was, but when she felt the calmness and stern from Sarah’s gaze,

she couldn’t help exposing her nervousness.

“Thank you so much Miss Brown. Mrs. Bask will take care of him,” Sandy said to Bianca and took hold

of Andrew.

Sandy wanted to do that long ago, but he wasn’t able to break through the hindrance of the guards and

the drinkers solely by himself. Only with the help from Sarah, could he save Andrew from falling into

their hands.

“What? Mrs. Bask?” Bianca couldn’t believe what she just heard, as if it was something impossible.

“Yes indeed. This is Mrs. Bask. Please know your place, Miss Brown.”

“That’s not possible. He said he doesn’t have a girlfriend when I asked him a while ago,” said Bianca,

breathing deeply and trying to hide her pounding heart by covering her chest. Confusion and

heartbreak laid in her genuine eyes.

Sandy had delivered the drunk man to Sarah and spoke for the latter, “Of course he doesn’t have one

cause he has a wife.”

Bianca froze. As much as she wanted to fight them and get the man back, she was not bold enough to

do so. The only thing she was able to do was witnessing how they took Andrew from her.

“There’s no way, no way...” she kept murmuring.

Sarah gave all she had to carry Andrew, enduring the pungent smell of alcohol and soaked clothes that

the man was wearing.

There was too much to take care of that she decided not to worry about what happened between

Bianca and her man at the moment.

“May I help you, Mrs. Bask?” Sandy asked.

He was concerned about her, but it might seem weird to some lookers if Andrew was not escorted by

his own wife.

Sarah had made her choice, “No, thanks.”

Without warning, Andrew started wiggling and messing around. He was probably uncomfortable with

the way Sarah was carrying him. He shoved her to the side and leaned on the wall, with his eyes being

half-close, breathing heavily.

“Andrew, would you come home with me?” Asked Sarah.

She smiled at him and tried to be as nice as possible in case he was too drunk and lost his temper.

At the other end of the hallway, someone was paying close attention at the event on this side, looking

gloomy.

“Is it...you?” He questioned with his coarse voice.

Who knew if he could tell who the person in front really was.

His vision had been deeply blurred by grogginess.

“It’s me. Sarah Cox. Look at me,” she said while holding his hands.

She directed his hands to her face, hoping this would help him calm down.

Her icy-cold skin met his scalding palms. As quick as a cube of ice melting on a burning pan, a rush of

infatuation swept through his mind.

He held her head up then kissed her.

“Umm...”

He started to taste the sweetness and tenderness of her like an expert.

Andrew was already in his own world. His affection flooded her as he forced her way towards the wall.

He had devoted his whole mind to this moment.

Sandy was thunderstruck by the situation.

He would never have had thought that Mr. Bask would be out of control like this in front of everyone.

What a disgrace!

They were in the middle of the hallway, so everyone began rubbernecking. Who would refuse to look at

an attractive man and a lovely woman doing things like this? The lookers seemed to become more and

more interested in the show.

The person at the end of the hallway was completely at a loss of words.

“Stop watching! Go away!” Sandy was busy yelling at the lookers, whom disagreed to leave. Well, it

wasn’t his fault either. There were just too many people for him to handle at once.

Meanwhile, the only thing that Sarah wanted was getting out of this awkward moment. It was the first

time in her life that she became the attention of a huge crowd. “How could he lose it here!” She

thought.

“Calm down Andrew!”

She attempted to stop him by pinching his love handles. Then she placed her hands on his chest so

that she could push him away.

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“Look at this!!”

Sarah was complaining about her swelling lips to the person in the bed, who was still half asleep.

How did they get home?

Sandy brought in several helpers. Otherwise, things could go even worse.

“I’m thirsty...” he moaned, frowning and licking his dry lips.

“Wait for a second,” replied Sarah.

She brought him a glass of water and helped him up.

When she was handing the glass to him, his sight followed her. The slack and weakness in his gaze

had disappeared, leaving two black and glittering eyes.

He was the only person that knew what was deep in his mind.

“That’s not what I want,” he said, still sounding soft and half-conscious, but he could at least hold a

conversation now.

The tenderness of the man lying in her arms had Sarah ditch the idea of getting mad at what he did last

night.

Shaking her head, she replied gently, “Alright. What do you want then?”

He fixed his eyes on her 36D breast. Alcohol perfumed their room and intoxicated the consciousness of

both of them. The chemistry between the two had emerged on the quiet.