Ex-wife, Please Come Back novel Chapter 170

Thinking that Jacob would be too painful to fall asleep because of what had happened today, Thompson felt very happy.

But what was more important was that Sara would belong to him soon. She would finally belong to him from today on.

Thompson turned on the music in the car and played the soothing music. He echoed the music with his foot. It was really a nice day for him.

After all, he had waited for so long before he got this opportunity to get Sara. With enough patience, you could manage to do anything in the world.

Through the rearview mirror, he saw the quiet face of Sara. Somehow, her forehead wrinkled slightly. Even Thompson could not help but feel sorry for her.

If she had met him at the beginning, he would never treat her like this. Unfortunately, she met someone unfit for her, and she didn't gave up on him despite the pains he gave her.

Thompson knew that maybe she would hate him, but he couldn't accept that there was no trace of Sara in his life.

He quickly braked the car at the entrance of a hotel and went check in. Then he went back to the car and helped Sara to his room.

Looking at Sara who was lying quietly on the bed, Thompson felt a bit anxious. He finally got what he wanted, and no one would disturb Sara and him in the future.

Thompson called the receptionist to bring the medicine cabinet. The wound on her hand couldn't be left untreated any longer. Even though he was eager to have sex with Sara, he couldn't ignore her wound.

Anyway, he had a sleepless night to enjoy her. Since no one would disturb him, he would treat Sara's wound first.

He didn't expect her to be so stubborn that she wouldn't go with others even if she hurt herself. Thinking of this, Thompson's heart softened a lot. As expected, Sara was different from other women.

The waiter brought the medicine cabinet, and then stretched to have a look into the room. Yi Feng frowned and looked unhappy. The waiter went downstairs. But the doubt in his heart became stronger.

Thompson closed the door and walked up to Sara. He couldn't wake her up. If she woke up at this point, there would be troubles for him Thompson didn't want to get into trouble at such a critical moment.

He gently wrapped the wound for Sara. He was quite pleased to do that. It was rare for him to be so gentle and soft. Maybe in this world only Sara could make him behave so gentle.

Thompson lowered his head and carefully bandaged her hand. It was such a pity that such a beautiful hand was hurt by the bottle.

But it doesn't matter. I will take good care of you and never let you get hurt again. Thompson began to unbutton her clothes. He acted very gently, just like treating a porcelain doll. He wouldn't let her get hurt again.

The gentler he was, the more skillful he felt. But when he was half done, he heard someone knocking at the door.

Thompson stood up unhappily and looked through the peephole of the door.

One of the waiters was knocking at the door with the police behind him. Thompson was furious. He didn't know what had he done to attract the police.

There were so many people in trouble every day, but the police didn't care about them. Why must the police coming for him? Damn it.

Thompson glanced at the door and opened it. With a cold face, he asked, "Sir, what happened?"

The policeman looked calm and took out the police certificate, "I'm sorry. I'm on my daily room rounds. Please cooperate with us. "

Thompson gritted his teeth. He really wished that he could just push that police away.

But at this moment, he had to be obedience. Frozen for a few seconds, Thompson finally moved aside.

The police rushed in and saw Sara lying on the bed.

"What happened?"

The policeman looked serious. It's clear that Sara was unconscious.

"My girlfriend is drunk. Nothing more. Sir, I'm afraid it's not appropriate for you to ignore the crimes and only care about me and my girlfriend. "

"You!" the policeman cast an eye on Sara and said angrily.

"You'd better go out if you have nothing else to do. Don't disturb my girlfriend." Thompson's face was cold. He wrapped in his coat tightly because of anger.

The policeman took a look at the door number before he left.

Thompson slammed the door. It seemed that he had to act more quickly, in case something unpleasant happen again.