Mr. Right, Spoil Me

Chapter 56 A Domineering President Never Stoops

Under the bright lights in the Waltz bar, an elegant woman with delicate features couldn't restrain

herself from sobbing uncontrollably at the moment.

There was only one person around the woman, and that person, holding the wine and drinking alone,

did not see the extremely painful expression on the woman's face.

"Eric, help me order another dozen drinks."

With her face glowing, Emily muttered to Eric. She was drunk and dizzy.

"Stop drinking, take a break."

Eric put down the glass and glanced at her, his eyes complex and anxious.

He knew why Emily was drinking so much today.

"Leave me alone. Just give me some wine, hurry up. I want to drink, I want more..."

She kept repeating the last sentence. The tone of her command sounded aloof and arrogant.

"Stop."

Eric got up, frowned, and grabbed the glass in her hand.

But he slipped and hit her arm, so the wine glass fell to the ground, which shattered into pieces.

The unexpected sound made the drunken woman sober up a little.

Emily was dull with a blank expression. She suddenly burst into tears, crying fiercely, which ruined her

makeup. With both hands covering her face, she finally blurted out what she wanted to say long ago.

"Will Andrew leave me? I finally understand when I saw him carrying her and leave me. My heart

ached. He doesn't care about me anymore. He's married. I know he has married—"

She started throwing things without caring about her image. Everything around her became objects to

vent her anger.

Even Eric, who always thought that Emily Gilbert was a representative of a gentle lady, was shocked.

This was the first time he saw this woman could be so rude. Why did she be so merciless?

These were all good wines. How could she just smash them like that?

Eric immediately stopped her and dragged Emily onto the sofa and tried to calm her down, but it didn't

work. Therefore, he shouted at her and finally quieted her down.

"What's to be upset about? Sarah was injured. Do you want Andrew to leave her like that? Emily, you

know he is married."

In the last sentence, Eric's tone was obviously weaker. He didn't shout at her anymore. Instead, he

didn't dare to say it out loud.

Emily was still crying with her hands concealing her face. "I'm not jealous of the way he treated Sarah. I

always believe in him. But, but what do you expect me to feel when I saw him carrying another

woman? How am I supposed to live all alone?"

Eric was embarrassed and overwhelmed. He didn't know how to comfort or even coax people. Besides,

she was Emily Gilbert. It was embarrassing for him to treat the values correctly with regard to the

current status of this woman. What should he say?

"The three of us were supposed to come here and have a drink together. But because of Sarah, he

couldn't come. To be honest, I don't like someone disrupting our plan in this way. It shouldn't have

happened!"

Eric was put in an awkward position, not knowing how to deal with this.

"Eric, can you let him come here right now, please? Call him to come here now."

Emily was weeping. Since she didn't have any makeup on her face now, she looked pale. And her

whimpering sounded so pitiful. She was pleading with Eric to help her.

Eric felt so awkward and speechless. Now Sarah must be still in treatment. If he called Andrew to come

here at this time, then no one would be there to take care of Sarah. He couldn't do that!

Pressing his lips, Eric didn't respond. Instead, he changed the topic, "Emily, you have to understand

that things are different now. Since he chose to get married, it means that he also agreed to do that. No

one can force him to go to the Civil Affairs Bureau if he doesn't want to. Sarah is only 21 years old.

What else can she do to force Andrew to get married?"

He didn't know whether Emily understood what he meant, but she did stop crying and wiped her face

gently with a tissue. "I'm going back. You can stay if you want."

"Emily..."

Eric called her again, but Emily left in a hurry, without looking back.

…

The next day, there was a knock on the door outside early in the morning. Sarah opened her eyes.

Surprisingly, she found herself dressed, including her underwear.

She couldn't help but blush, realizing that there were people knocking on the door and immediately

touched her face. "Who is it?"

"It's Grandpa," Andrew said.

Sarah was stunned for a second and then found that the door had been opened. It was Andrew's

grandfather standing outside.

"Grandpa."

"Are you feeling better now?"

Before he came in, Andrew's grandfather spoke first. Sarah could feel his concern in his words.

"It's okay, I'm much better. Thank you for your concern."

Sitting at the edge of the bed, Grandpa finally nodded and felt relieved, "That's great. You must take

care of yourself, okay?"

Somehow, Sarah suddenly felt so touched.

Except for her own family, this was the first time she had been cared so much by someone. An old man

who was about 60 years older than her seemed to care more about her body than she was.

"Thank you, grandpa, I'm much better now. I heard that Andrew helped me a lot."

"Last night you kept holding his hand and refused to let go, so I just let him take care of you. You are

his wife. Of course, he should take care of you."

His intentional tone seemed to make Sarah laugh.

Sarah didn't expect the old gentleman to be so funny.

"Thank you, Grandpa. I shouldn't have bothered you to go this far to visit me."

"Hey, we're a family. I can still take walks. I heard Andrew say that you miss your father, right?"

Sarah looked at Andrew who motioned her to nod.

She obediently nodded at once.

"Well, okay, then go and visit him. Don't stay outside for too long. You still have an injury on your feet.

Remember to come back home earlier."

"Really? Thank you, grandpa. Thank you."

Sarah suddenly felt a bit inferior. With such good treatment, she couldn't get used to it and felt flattered.

After changing her clothes, Sarah couldn't move because her feet were still injured and medicine was

applied to her soles. Andrew was carrying her along the way.

"I can do it myself, can I take a wheelchair later when I get off?"

She saw that he stooped and hunched over to take care of her, which would affect his image. She

thought a domineering president would never have to stoop.

"Wheelchairs require a push from someone with strength." She then heard Andrew's cool reply. This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

Obviously, he thought she might overestimate her own strength.

What could she do with those thin limbs?

Eventually, Sarah didn't bother to get mad at him. Besides, being carried by him was better than

pushing a heavy wheelchair by herself.

"Thank you, Mr. Andrew."

"Sarah."

"What?" Sarah looked at him puzzled. Gazing at the woman staring at him, he said, "Call me by my

name."