Mr. Right, Spoil Me novel Chapter 152

"I'm treating your wounds, don't move around so much, okay?"

Sarah regained a bit of consciousness, the voice was threatening and yet had no hint of anger, her gaze loitered and haggard.

The roof was made out of logs, a Mediterranean style hut, giving off energetic vibes.

But she wasn't energetic at all. She couldn't move, lying on the waves printed bed, the two opposite scenery clashing.

Mathew continued wrapping her arms up, slowly covering up her bloody skin that was cut by a sharp object.

He patiently waited for her to say something, and stared at her quietly.

He held her hands and wrapped her fingers around his as he carefully touched her skin.

He liked the warmth of her palm, her fingers pale and slender, they were always pretty.

He didn't need her to say anything, he was content with her next to him.

The white flower printed skirt was stained with blood, it gave off a unique vibe. The blood bloomed with the flower prints on the dress, it was the sign of struggle.

"You still don't want to say anything?"

He asked patiently, he gazed at her, unhurried.

She just continued looking at the ceiling, not even batting an eye at him.

Suddenly, he put her finger in his mouth, he gently nibbled and sucked on them. Her fingers gradually got deeper in his mouth, it sent shivers down her spine.

She finally looked over and glared at him.

The expression in his eyes wanton and unbridled.

She knew that he did that on purpose to infuriate her, she wanted to take her hand back but was frightened at his sharp gaze.

He continued nibbling her fingers, the moistness and warmth made her feel like she was being struck by lightning, her whole body electrified.

"Stop it."

Mathew stopped upon her command, her scent lingers on his tongue, he longed for that sweetness.

He licked his lips and smiled deviously, he let go of her hand.

"Do you not feel like saying anything, or do you not want to talk to me?"

He asked, he phrased his sentence in a way that the latter question was more emphasized.

Sarah glanced at him, she looked at her arms, pursed her lips and turned her back at him.

Mathew looked at her series of actions and stood behind her, "Do you really not want to talk to me?"

Sarah laid on her side, her heart distressed, she tried to move her lips with all her might, "I'm really tired, could you please let me rest for a bit?"

Back then, she would've fought with him with all his might. But now she had a baby in her belly, she couldn't take the risk.

She had to shoulder the consequences, her heart ached thinking about it and so she tried to curb her feelings.

But her indifference made the man behind her furious.

"You're taking advantage of my kindness."

The cold voice behind her was filled with irritation, it had the urge to tear the silence off her.

It was in the way.

"Kindness? Look at what you did."

"Am I not kind enough? You got pregnant with someone's child, do you remember what I told you? Don't think about giving birth to other people's children, not when I'm around!"