Mr. Right, Spoil Me

"Have you really fucking married to him?" Eric looked at her with disbelief. And his eyes were now filled with the feeling of shocked, in contrast with the disbelief just now.

"Yes."

"Bang!"

He furiously smashed all the glass and delicate wine bottles. He almost fell apart.

Her response made the person looking at her couldn't hide his anger for a long time.

The dark brown liquid sagged along the broken arc of the bottle, creeping towards the ground, like the last struggle in the night.

At this moment, as for Sarah, she also supported herself with last strength. What was the difference between her and the wine?

She recalled it clearly. Suddenly, she felt like a stranger.

"Were you fucking mad to marry him? Do you know Andrew clearly?"

Eric's hands tightly clasped her shoulder, the bone creaked and her shoulder was almost dislocated in his hands. It hurt a lot that her tears almost dropped from her eyes. "Eric, let go. Then I will answer your questions."

"Sarah, Andrew doesn't love you!"

Instead of loosening his hands, he increased his strength and pushed Sarah to the wall with all his strength. His cold voice, like an ice cone, pierced Sarah's eardrum.

"I know. Let go first!"

Her struggle did not succeed. In her ear, it was the strongest roar of Eric.

"You know nothing! Did you just see that woman? One year ago, the woman had an abortion for him. She was the most important person who was hidden in Andrew heart. If Andrew's grandfather hadn't stopped him, we all know that Andrew would marry the woman after his old man died. By the time, you will be nobody in our eyes."

At the moment of breathing, Sarah instantly forgot to struggle.

The wind at night was very cold. When she came out of the Waltz bar, there was no expression on her face. It was stiff. Everything was stiff.

At that time, Andrew was drunk and raped the woman abroad. She was then pregnant, but no one knew that she would have an unexpected abortion a month later. Thereby the marriage they had planned was forbidden by Andrew's grandfather. The old man would never allow the woman to be a member of their family, or he would commit suicide. Have you thought about your situation after Andrew's grandfather dies?"

The cold air had been swirling around her ears. But it was really funny, because she was still clear about the words Eric said to her.

Rape, pregnancy, abortion...

The process sounds really good.

She was calm. She was only in thin clothes. She was obviously cold, but she was more tired, so tired that she didn't even have strength to shake her shoulders. Standing in the wind, it seemed that only in this way could she know what she was like.

After a moment, suddenly, a dazzling light came, Sarah subconsciously covered her face with the coat hung on her arms. Her obscure vision shook in that direction. A black business car stopped ten meters away.

A handsome man, with a cigarette between his fingers, was blowing smoke. His eyes were like abyss, dark without light.

"Here?"

Only one word, the man's voice had already sounded pure and magnetic, containing a trace of unique feminine charm.

"Yes, Mr. Scott. It's here. Miss Scott often appears here. Definitely."

Inside the car window, the dark eyes like falcon glanced at the name hanging at the door "Waltz" in the dark night. Suddenly, the dark eyes were full of disdain.

The cigarette in his hand had been burnt out and stretched out of the window. Finally, it landed on the ground. "Why are you still standing here? Get her back right away."