Mr. Right, Spoil Me novel Chapter 170

"I'll get you out of here, okay?"

Andrew kept persuading her with a gentle voice.

He knew she was sad right now, and unspeakable pain was buried deep inside her.

He spent all of his patience on her and tried to pull her back.

It was painful, but he didn't want her to bear it alone. He could share it for her.

It was the first time he'd ever seen her so broken and desperate.

"I'm a mess right now. My head ... is heavy. Can you stop pushing me?"

Sarah held her head and said in pain. The white bandage was still tied around her head and blood was oozing out.

All of them were looking at her, which made her want to escape more and more.

Seeing the situation out of control, Andrew knitted his eyebrows. He pulled her hands away from tormenting herself and pressed them to his chest, "Sarah, let's go home to Bask's villa. This isn't our home. I'm taking you back. I'm Andrew, not Matthew."

His last sentence made Sarah freeze for a moment.

Meanwhile, the others' faces inevitably changed, but they all kept silent.

Sarah was really weak at this moment. She kept remembering the marks from the fall not long ago. She was so regretful that her gut was breaking. If it wasn't for that little accident, how could Matthew take advantage of her weakness!

That was how she tormented herself over and over again.

"Andrew...Andrew..."

She called his name helplessly in tears.

She felt bad, and the pain was so great that every cell in her body frozen.

When one cries to the utmost depths, one's whole body will shake and convulse unconsciously. She was like that now. She didn't have the strength to breathe because all her strength was used to cry.

She lifted her head and looked at him wide-eyed. She stroked his stern features, his handsome eyes, his straight nose with a trembling hand, all of which were his true profile.

If Sarah had just seen Andrew coming, it was better to say that now Sarah was truly aware that he was here.

The woman clung to him, and her heart rotted into a puddle of mud. She was dizzy with her thoughts and her heart ached to the point of losing her mind.

Seeing her out of spirit at the moment, Andrew felt worried.

He wrapped an arm around her waist along with her shirt and said in a clear and elegant voice, "Do as I say. Listen to me. We'll still have a baby later. Don't be sad anymore. What matters most is your body."

"It's your child too. Don't you feel bad?" Sarah choked up and asked him.

Andrew fell silent for a moment. There was no point in him answering this question or not.

"Will you let me cry for a minute? I really feel bad."

Sarah covered her face with her hands. Right. How could anyone else feel her pain?

The baby was in her, so how could anyone else feel it?

Her faint sobs continued to fill the small room.

Anne just couldn't watch it anymore. She threw herself into Ernest's arms and couldn't hold back her tears either.

Andrew held Sarah in his arms and gently stroked her back with one hand. He closed his eyes to hide all his emotions.

His eyes just happened to meet Matthew's, who was not far away.

They both had the same narrow eyes, but one was deep and defined, the other deep and sharp.

Matthew's eyes were much colder and sharper.

However, he didn't have the maturity that time gave to Andrew and the deep, steadfast temperament that belonged to a man alone.

Andrew, on the other hand, looked more stable and gave others the impression that he was a sophisticated and shrewd man.