Mr. Right, Spoil Me

Chapter 23 What Are You Doing, Andrew?

From the beginning to the end, Andrew's eyes were cold to the extreme. There was already a hint of

anger in his eyes.

"I can't compete with Miss. Sarah you. You can laugh with other men after you have got married. If I

arrived there a little later, what would happen to you?"

While talking, Andrew's steps had been close to her. He pulled up the sleeves of the white shirt with his

elbows, which exposed the vigorous and tight texture of muscles.

His anger congealed with all the air around and hit her.

What Are You Doing, Andrew?

The woman was like a poor cat that had made a mistake and was carried into the bathroom. The collar

of the dress was so loose that it couldn't cover the fair neck and collarbone.

Just after her a few struggles, under the collar, he could catch a glimpse of her rising and falling breast

when she was breathing.

He was a little short of breath.

Then suddenly, he pushed her whole person onto the wall of the bathroom, "I didn't see the whole thing

when I arrived. Did you do that?"

The woman was stunned by his words.

The face with giddy makeup, and beautiful arched eyebrows suddenly show some coolness, "If I said

no, will you believe me? If you believe me, will you still ask such stupid questions?"

An answer to a nagging question was a joke, and only a fool could ask it.

Obviously, Andrew was a fool in Sarah's eyes.

The long fingers picked up her sharp chin. He looked at her, and smiled coolly, "you will feel bad if you

don't bite someone, won't you?"

Sarah turned her head. Although her chin was twisted by him and somewhere on her body was held

down by him, she still didn't want to look at him.

"I didn't, I didn't, I didn't, I didn't, I didn't do that! Ok?"

She hated the way he forced her to answer, like the first day she met him.

She was treated with disdain before was understood.

Andrew looked at her with an unknown attitude. His eyes were very clear like obsidian stones.

Later, his strength became weaker. He forced her to look at him, and the stubborn little wild cat finally

did that. "Sarah, you should know that you are the woman of mine. I don't like my things having any ties

with others."

The ending sound implied his deep and boundless love.

However, it was actually a cruel and direct threatening order.

Definitely.

She was just a thing in his eyes?

When her chin was loosened, Andrew left the room. Before his leaving, she asked where he was going.

During the period, she didn't even sleep with him. It was totally a joke for her to have a baby.

He went against the light and looked back slightly. The cold lines of his neck and side face were like

every stroke deeply engraved by knife and ax. They were natural, deep and handsome.

The thin and delicate lips made a sneer, "I come back just in order to question you. Did I mention I

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"But every night you…Where were you going?"

Words that came to her mouth had changed.

The whole room soon returned to quiet.

The house was decorated in big gray black line style, which was clean and neat. The man liked the

style best.

It was coldness that hurt her all night.

…

The next day.

When Sarah got up early, she saw Andrew's grandfather sitting on the dining table eating breakfast

alone. He was a little hunchback. After all, when he was at the old age, he looked quite pitiful.

However, his vigor was still sufficient.

Red lips practiced several times, and finally put on a smile, "Good morning, Grandpa."

"Morning, Andrew went to work so early again?"

While holding the bread and buttering casually, the old man said lightly.