Mr. Right, Spoil Me novel Chapter 182

“Well, if you’re sure,” said Anne uncertainly. She still felt quite scared, but Sarah seemed fine now, so she relaxed somewhat. “You rest, and I’ll go wash the dishes.”

“I’ll help you,” Sarah offered, but Anne snatched her bowl away. “Anne, honestly, I’m used to it.”

“Nope, you rest.”

…

At the office, Sandy set the two lunchboxes on the table. They really were exactly the same—all he could do was let his boss pick first. What would he think when he saw they were identical?

“Two portions?” said Andrew. The outside of the boxes were a scene from a cartoon. To imagine so great a man eating from a child’s lunchbox was unusual indeed.

“Yes, your wife said one for you and one for me.” Sandy smiled nervously, though he already felt quite hungry.

“For you?”

The way he said those two words made Sandy cringe. “That’s… that’s right, that’s really what your wife said. One for you and… and another for me.” Internally he prayed his boss would not make a big deal about it.

“One, is that right?” Andrew opened one of the boxes. Inside was fruit, cut delicately, along with chicken wings, eggs, broccoli, and a little container of soup. There were also mushrooms, and white rice sprinkled with sesame seeds. It smelled fantastic, and Sandy nearly began drooling.

“One?” Andrew repeated.

Better to be hungry than dead. “Actually, sir, I’ve just remembered, I have some papers that need finishing, I’ll go attend to them immediately. Please, eat, eat.”

“Very well.”

Satisfied, Andrew sat down to partake. The food’s aroma, wafting down the hall, made Sandy look back forlornly. It appeared ordering takeout was his own lot in life.

Then someone said to him, “Sandy, can I go in?”

It was Bianca. First Emily, now her… why were they so intent on tormenting Andrew today? “Has something happened?”

Bianca, holding a sheaf of papers, explained, “This is one of our growth reports, I had hoped the director could look it over and let me know what needs expanded on, is that all right?” Her expression was eager, her tone hopeful.

“If… you insist,” said Sandy slowly.

He called Andrew to make sure, but before he could say anything, Andrew said, “I won’t save you any.”

Luckily Sandy had not expected him to. “Sir, Miss Bianca Brown is here to see you, she wants you to look over a report.”