Mr. Right, Spoil Me novel Chapter 101

"Well, what a coincidence. I just have an agenda, so you came out."

Leaning against the door, Sarah heard Emily's words through the crack in the door.

"What's the matter?"

Then the voice belonging to the man sounded.

"I have an assignment to be translated to English, but I have other works on hand. I'm going to the new school tomorrow morning. Could you please..."

The unsaid words were self-evident.

The document was on her chest, holding on her hands.

The thin suspender nightdress folded with the graceful figure, and the position of the bulge was about to come out at the moment the document was out of hand.

Her collarbone was also very delicate.

The woman smiled and pulled her long hair with a faint perfume, "That's very kind of you."

"Emily, why do you dress like this?" Andrew asked at this time.

Emily took a look at herself. There was nothing wrong with her dress.

Andrew focused on Sarah's door at this time, deeply and anxiously.

"Whether you are going out, as long as you are not in the room, put on more clothes." A man advised in a faint voice.

Heard this, Emily was slightly stiff and felt unspeakable embarrassed. She thought that he would like to see her dressed like this...

After all, she was confident of her figure.

Emily breathed quickly so that her chest raised and fell considerably. She pursed with entanglement, helplessly.

She covered her chest and smile purely, "OK, I see."

But she felt wronged.

Andrew took a glance at the document and riffled through it. But he glimpsed at the closed door from time to time and then became anxious again.

It was only then that Emily noticed his abnormal behavior.

"Andrew, what's the matter with you?" The woman asked curiously.

Andrew had nothing to do at this time and Sarah's angry look was still in his mind, so he simply asked Emily, "What does it mean to sleep in separate bedrooms?"

The woman crouched behind the door in the darkness heard his words so that she suddenly opened her eyes.

"Is Sarah in here?"

Emily asked wonderingly.

Leaning against the door and hugging her knees, Sarah listened silently, unaffected.

She was so silent that her breath couldn’t be heard in darkness.

"Yes."

Andrew nodded.

The woman felt like being pierced at heart by a needle. The needle was small, but to the point.

The corners of Emily's mouth were stiff for three seconds. She came to her sense and responded calmly, "Andrew, why do you always make her angry and sad? You just got married. Have you ever thought about the future?"

"That's in the future. Now, what do you think?"

At this moment, Emily turned into her room to put on a coat and then she went out and smiled, "It's a little cold. I can't bear it. I'll talk to her. After all, there are more common topics between women."

There was no doubt that Andrew agreed.

Two knocks at the door.

There was just one door among them.

"..." No one responded.

Emily didn’t give up so she kept on knocking. This time she said directly, "Sarah, it's me. I want to talk to you for a while. Have you gone to sleep?"