“I… I didn’t do it on purpose!”
Sarah was surprised. She didn’t even know what had just happened!
It was a reflexive action, it must have been!
She looks that the imprint of the five fingers on his face and it was turning red. Sarah endured the pressure and swallowed her saliva.
“Go away.”
Andrew said softly.
“An… Andrew…”
“Fuck off!”
His shout made her stop speaking.
She quickly got off the table and her fingers were trembling. She didn’t think too much and it was a reflex action. She wanted him to stop and then…”
“Andrew…”
“Fuck off!”
Sarah ran out of the room and was really frightened!
When Sandy heard that sentence, he was curious about what had happened inside. He saw Sarah run out immediately asked, “Madam, what happened in there?”
“No, no, no, nothing.”
Sarah hurriedly denied because she had to protect Andrew’s reputation.
If they know that he had been beaten by her, his male chauvinism was shattered, he will never forgive him.
Sarah spent the entire day worrying but that man didn’t call her and the rest of the day went by smoothly.
When the day ended, Sarah wanted to see if the slap imprint on Andrew’s face had subsided but she didn’t see him come out of his office.
She actually went down to buy some soothing lotion and gave it to Sandy and Sandy must have guessed its purpose. He took it and waited till Andrew came out before handing it to him.
It was already very late and Sarah can’t continue to wait for him to come out and said goodbye to Sandy.
At that moment she was very guilty and she swore to herself that she would never hit Andrew again.
After Sarah left, Sandy went to knock on the door, “Director, Missus bought some lotion and gave them to me. Shall I send it in for you?”
There was no answer.
“Director, Sir?”
One second, two second, three second…
The door opened and the tense air escaped while Sandy closed his eyes. He already walked past him, “Throw it away.”
He then walked out emotionlessly and didn’t say anything else. He absolutely didn’t care who bought those lotions for him.
“But Director, are you certain… that you don’t want these lotions?”
Andrew had already disappeared from sight.
…
In Wooh Club.
The heart-thumping beat played by the DJ thundered into everyone’s ears. The strobe lights flashed and shone onto the enthusiastic female dancers.
Below the stage, waitresses dressed sexily as bunnies attended to the guests adding to the atmosphere. In the darkness, the dancing women, the fragrance of perfumes, the red lips, added to the alluring mood.
But he was in a terrible mood!
He didn’t want to look at those women!
“Fuck off!”
He shouted coldly.
One of the women intentionally fell into his arms and she displayed her breasts partially. It was obvious that she wanted to suggest something.
She was startled and left in a hurry when she heard his yell.
When the reserved room’s door closed, the room quietened down.
Room Number 1.
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