Mr. Right, Spoil Me

Chapter 48 Told You Not To Do That!

"You're not just mean. You're a snob! I don't expect that you are far more annoying than I thought!"

In the car, Sarah was almost scolding Bruce all the way. The sapphire blue dress on her body made

her uncomfortable. She really wanted to take it off!

But there were no other clothes! Her dress was just destroyed by this man!

Bruce turned a deaf ear to her all the way. With light smiles hanging on the corners of her light and evil

cult, as if nothing had happened.

Sometimes, men always had a thick skin.

He gazed at her expressions. She was angry, irritable, and anxious. He didn't miss any one of them.

"I remember that you love this kind of dress the most, I specially chose it for you. Don’t you like it?"

Bruce said leisurely.

Sarah sneered to herself. Women always like beautiful clothes. She was a woman. Of course, she

loved beautiful dresses.

But nowadays, people also had to face reality. Not everyone could afford fancy clothes. The money she

earned could only feed herself. She wasn't able to afford this kind of dress long ago.

"Thank you. I used to like it. Now, I have already seen this kind of thing. I won’t do anything that keeps

up appearances. I'll just admit that I can’t afford it. I feel good when I wear a rented dress which cost

me thousands. I don't have the luck to accept your kindness."

Sarah looked at the dress, thinking that its price might not be less than 100,000.

"It's 999,999, hope you like it."

Bruce said with a smile. His hand wanted to touch her fingertips, but she avoided.

Sarah nearly smashed all the things in the car to him, "Bruce, are you insane?" Did you spend 999,999

on this dress?"

He refused to borrow her 200,000 back then, but now, how did he become so generous?

"It's my money. I'll do whatever I want." He smiled slightly, not even realizing how much this huge NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.

amount of money would cost!

Sarah held her forehead, only to feel that something was hurting in her head.

It was ridiculous to spend so much money on a married woman like her. Bruce was really cheap.

"I'm telling you. I'm married. I'm only here with you because of work. There is nothing between us.

We're not even friends. My relationship with my husband is very good."

She deliberately amplified the word "married", not looking at how dark his face was. In the last

sentence, her tone was obviously a little weak. But in front of Bruce, she was still good at pretending.

Self-deception was sometimes useful.

The man's eyes were dim, looked dignified. It was hard to tell what he was thinking.

The car stopped and they arrived at the place.

"Go off the car. You're the one insisting on coming."

Sarah was about to get off the car after she finished talking. However, her hand was tightly held by him.

He kind of pressed against her.

"If I lent you money at that time and your father didn't become vegetative, will you—"

Face to face, he questioned her about the matter a year ago. It could be told from his eyes that he was

eager to know the reason.

Sarah froze at this moment and didn't expect that his expression would be so terrifying. His eyes were

so red.

"Bruce, there's no point bringing it up."

Shaking off his hand, Sarah had already got out of the car before he said anything.

Bruce seemed to be drained of energy and fell back to his seat.

The banquet had already begun. The entrance of this prestigious villa located in the rich people's area

was full of cars. People who came to the banquet were all dignitaries or big shots. They were all

renowned in the city.

"Get in."

Bruce took the invitation and caught up with Sarah.

Because of his identity, as soon as he entered, lots of people greeted him. In this kind of event, there

were always chats between those dignitaries. Bruce was surrounded by a group of people. Sarah didn't

want to involve. She couldn't find a common topic with those people, so she just found an excuse and

walked away.

They were all men, so Bruce didn't force Sarah to join them, only to tell her not to go far.

"Mr. Randall, your new girlfriend?"

One of them saw that Sarah was familiar and felt that Bruce cared much about her, so he couldn't help

but ask.

Seeing the slim and elegant figure walking around in the dessert area, Bruce was relieved. He smiled

and said, "Yes, she's fiancée."

"Wow, fiancée? Would I be invited to the wedding?"

The man was very surprised, then he looked at Sarah carefully.

"It's coming soon. Of course. I'll definitely invite you."

"Great!"

In Bruce's mind, Sarah was unique. Even if she was married, he believed that he still had a way to win

her back!

...

At that time, several other figures appeared at the door of the banquet.

Ambiguous voices were heard in the back seat of a car. "Did you choose this dress by yourself today?"

"Yes, I like it."

The woman sounded a little cautious, seeming quite reserved.

"It's beautiful. Come, give me a kiss."

"Now? But, but—"

Eric Earl looked at the two kissing passionately from the rearview mirror. They were pressing against

each other. Eric didn't want to take one more look at them.

Angrily patted the horn, he instantly separated the two with the noise.

"Damn, I'm still in the car, okay? Ernest, we're at the entrance now! Stop kissing. Get off!"

Ernest's somber voice was like a sharp arrow waiting for shooting. He said, "I get it. You don't have a

girlfriend. How could you possibly know the feeling of having a girlfriend right in your arms?"

Eric Earl was speechless.

"Okay, you don't want to get off? Fine! I'll get off now. You guys do whatever you want!"

Eric then angrily got out and slammed the door.

"Hey, is he angry? I've told you not to do that!"

The woman in the back seat pushed the man and glared at him.

Ernest pushed his gold-rimmed glasses with his slender fingers, chuckled, and pulled her back into his

arms, "You know him. He's a psycho. You should get used to it."

"But we just—"

"Just leave it."

As they talked, the man's fingers had stroked the woman's slender waist. They started kissing again.

Their laugh came from the back seat of the car.

Eric entered the place depressingly. He felt sick watching Ernest and his new girlfriend cuddling all the

time.

Since that day, he hadn't seen Sarah anymore. He wondered where this woman had gone!

"Eric, we are here."

Far away, Eric heard a familiar voice calling him. He turned his head subconsciously, only to see

Andrew and a woman.