Mr. Right, Spoil Me

Chapter 36 Andrew's Mean Words

It was a happy dinner, especially for Andrew's grandpa, who had eaten a lot.

Just during this time, Sarah didn't expect that her phone number leaked out so soon, just after she met This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Bruce today.

She pretended to go to the toilet several times to hang up the phone. And she was afraid of revealing

the truth, so she turned her phone off.

She knew. Maybe it was because that person asked Melissa for her phone number.

When she came out of the toilet door, she saw Andrew packing his clothes.

Sarah didn't understand. What was he doing?

Of course, what she had been thinking about was not finished. So she felt strange why he did it.

"Where are you going?"

She asked, watching him pick up some clothes.

In fact, Andrew was very old-school. His clothes were almost black and white. Except for a few blue

coats, there were almost no other colors in the closet. His shirt was the same color and his suit was the

same color. Once he wore one, he would throw it away.

"The old man has already gone to bed, and I have to go."

Oh, he just came back to show than for real. He was actually unwilling to stay at home.

"Are you going out again?"

"When did I mention that I wanted to stay?"

Sarah was so disgusted by his words that she was speechless. Why didn't he help her complete that

thing?

She curled up her tongue slightly and camp up with an idea.

"Andrew, aren't you really afraid that I'll cheat on you?"

At the same time, she deliberately pulled her collar down, exposed her delicate clavicle with elegant arc

and long neck.

The silent action had attracted the man's eyes. He threw his clothes in hands, looked at her with hands

around the chest, "Sarah, are you so lonely that you wanted me to have sex with you?"

Putting on this scratchy look will only make him more disgusted.

"You didn't satisfy me in the daytime. Can't you do it now?"

She saw him looking at herself, but he didn't seem to have the slightest intention to come forward. So

she pulled her collar lower, revealing a little sexy part.

In order to have a baby, there is nothing to do with it.

She also hated this kind of herself who took the initiative to ask for a sex. Who knew how much she felt

resisted.

He clenched his fists and made them chattered. Andrew directly pulled her clothes back. His hoarse

voice was a little strange, "Stop, Sarah. If you can't bear your loneliness and find another one, I won't

let you survive. I will see what you will do next."

He blocked her way, which made Sarah thought that this man was so disgusting.

"What did you do? We are a couple. Shouldn't it be normal for us to fulfill our own obligations? Andrew,

you haven't touched me except that night when we are at hotel. I really doubt that you have become

impotent after that night."

No man could stand this kind of provocation. Andrew came step by step and ripped off his tie. His brow

was full of grumpiness.

Sarah's heart was in turmoil. She was obviously frightened by his eyes. She wanted it, but didn't want

it, too.

"Do you pose in bed every night and wait for me to come back? You wanted me not in control by

deliberately pulling off your clothes and showing your body?"

His words made Sarah blush.

Forced to do so, who would say this in front of her, deliberately humiliating her?

"So you cry, not because I asked you to go to the marketing department in the afternoon, but because I

didn't have sex with you?"

Sarah wanted to slap his face hard.

"Andrew, don't insult me like that."

"Sarah, I have told you not to expect what you won't get. Do you forget what I said at the beginning?"

This was an engagement, a loveless engagement. I would see how long you can survive.

Sarah bit her lips and tightened the strings in her mind.

She didn't feel sad because of that sentence, but she was thinking, if it continued like this, what should

her do without a child?

The contract would expire after two years, only two years.

When the time came, she would be responsible for the consequences by herself.

"Where are you going?"

Andrew gazed at her, "It's not here anyway."