Mr. Right, Spoil Me novel Chapter 151

"Go out, I'm not eating," he plainly rejected without even looking at the juicy mango flesh.

Even if he ate it, it wouldn't taste the same.

Mango meant nothing to him anymore.

Bruce rejected frankly and didn't give her any face.

His expression was dark, he was feeling restless.

Cynthia pursed her lips and thought to herself, Great, he doesn't want this either.

"Do you not like mango anymore?"

"No."

"Then why don't you have some? I peeled and cut it up into pieces for you, they are clean, didn't you use to love eating these?"

She sounded helpless, she sincerely prepared him something but he didn't appreciate it.

Though it wasn't set in rules that one should expect something in return after giving.

"I didn't mention wanting to eat mango, don't use it as an excuse to come in again next time."

He cruelly exposed her motives, she was embarrassed that he just said her intentions out loud.

Cynthia never thought that he would be so extreme today, she thought that maybe he would at most throw a temper.

Sarah had gone missing. Cynthia came over first thing after she got wind of the news. As predicted, Bruce had already dispatched a search team to look for Sarah.

It was as if her heart had fallen into the abyss, floating helplessly in the vast sea. But there was nothing she could do, she couldn't leave this abyss, even if she was drowning.

"Why do I need an excuse to see you, can't I just come to see you?"

"No need, don't waste time."

Wasting whose time?

Cynthia put down the plate in her hands, she walked over and said, "I know you are worried about Sarah, I know."

Bruce didn't react to what she said, his slender figure in a cerulean shirt reflected in front of the French window, overlooking the night view.

His silhouette desolated and bleak as he looked down from the window, his expression pained.

He was afraid of height, it was his weakness. But only the fear he was feeling right now could make him neglect his pain of losing her.

He lost his pillar of support, he felt empty.

"Don't stand too close…"

Cynthia was about to pull him back, but he rejected her silently, his obsidian eyes cracked.

"Bruce, don't do this to yourself. It's not your fault that she went missing!"

A heavy silence fell upon the room.

"Nothing's going to change the situation, even if you torture yourself. She's gone, it would only pain you more if you clung on memories of her like that."

A heavy silence fell upon the room again.

"Listen to me, Bruce. I understand what you're going through, just listen to me. If you want to find Sarah, you'll have to at least wait for the police report to be released. And if that is what had happened, then there's nothing you can do about it."

Cynthia wished that Sarah would never come back, it would be best if Sarah died in the fire, and she wouldn't need to worry about Sarah anymore.

There was no need for Sarah to exist in this world.

She was a scourge.

"You better pray that she's fine, or I'll make you eat your words."

Cynthia's face turned pale from the sharp gaze, she didn't dare to say another word.

Bruce creased the corner of the sofa, his back straight and stiff, he was in pain. He grabbed the corner and looked down, he tried to stay calm even though thousands of irrational thoughts were flowing through his mind and he was so on edge that he was going to snap anytime.

But in the end, he caved in. His both hands let go of the obstacles, with a punch, the glass in front of him was in pieces.

"Stop it, Bruce!"