Mr. Right, Spoil Me novel Chapter 173

"Tell me, what did you go through after all those days on the island?"

Andrew looked at the skinny lady tormented by nightmares. His heart was on the verge of heartache, and he wanted to share her suffering so much.

Sarah might not have known that she would have such a terrible dream, muddled in the same place and gasping for breath rapidly.

Seeing that the person beside him is Andrew, she instantly embraced him, "You're here..."

It was the kind of love after a disaster that almost robbed her life, she looked surprisingly at him.

Eventually, the man heard her words, and a half-strand of suspicion went around the tip of his heart.

"I've always been there."

He stroked her head. His tone was faint.

Sarah looked very weak, it was the paleness after a nightmare, overflowing with a gloomy air.

Underneath her eyes, her entire body was blue-grey. She was obviously mentally ill.

"I... I just had a nightmare."

She let go of him and thrust her hands into her hair, feeling her head incredibly painful.

It was like cells trying to break into two, forcing itself to leave its complete form.

"I can see it, you're still sad about the baby?"

Sarah was mute and said nothing. She just nodded her head a few times.

"Promise me, from now on, you will only look forward to the future, eh?"

Andrew's tone was serious, like he was lightly coaxing a silly young girl because she didn't get her most desirable gift.

The woman's beautiful eyebrows swept a trace of reluctance. Her hidden pain was floating on the tip of her heart. How can she not care about the past?

"Andrew, that's a child, he disappeared in my body. How do you expect me to go on with my life in peace? My heart was made of flesh, I know pain."

Sarah pointed at her chest. Her miserable eyes were overflowing with glistening tears. She was aggrieved but did not allow herself to appear in agony. Touching the tears at the corner of her eyes, she turned her back on him.

Andrew fell into hesitation.

"I'm just worried about you, afraid that you'll be too sad, you understand?"

"I'm going to sleep. I have to go somewhere tomorrow." Sarah ignored him, hugging herself. The corner of her eyes was filled with tears that made her pillow wet.

Her shoulders trembled slightly. Andrew saw that she was crying. He leaned over close to her, turned her over, and saw that she was really in tears. However, she was stubborn enough to wipe the tears away with her own hands.

The long arm drew the tissues placed on the bedside table. One was not enough, so he drew a second.

He dropped a light kiss on her forehead and patiently explained, "Think about our future, there are still many children. If you really want children, how about..."

His voice extended, and Sarah looked at him.

She threw a piece of tissue that had wiped snot and tears directly at his face, "Get lost."

Sarah kicked him away, using her fingertips to tap the corners of her eyes. She opened her eyes wide and pursed her lips.

Behind her back, a warm embrace came suddenly. Andrew did not tease her anymore, hugging her slim, weak waist. "Well, whenever you want, I'll just do it, okay? I’m not forcing you."

"Andrew, you know, since I lost that child, every… day I live an exhausting life. I don't know why I am so tired."

All the hardships were coming to her. What is the point of such a life?

One by one, the things within her ability were betraying her. The things that she could not avoid, the things that she could not control, happened to her one by one.

She sometimes felt that her existence was probably the most unsatisfactory work of God.

All her life, she had been whipped with reality.

"Don't think like that."