Mr. Right, Spoil Me

"Andrew, I'm happy, exactly, right now, even though I have no idea what's gonna happen in the future."

Having settled in his arms was enough for Sarah.

Sarah was hungry. Andrew then got the breakfast ready. A light meal always managed to lighten a person's mood gradually. "Don't you have some?" She blinked, having the food mouthful by mouthful, and felt sorry to see him watch her eating. "You eat first."

Seated on the chair, his fist under his chin, Andrew rested his head on the table. His handsome face with charmingly long and thick eyelashes was right in front of Sarah. She could see clearly every pores of his fairly white skin. He pushed his face towards her breakfast deliberately, which made she feel awkward while eating.

"Here."

Sarah offered him a silver spoon of porridge with little sauce on top, a pleasing appetizer. Andrew opened his mouth without hesitation.

Sarah yielded. She had to eat a bun and feed him the porridge.

"Andrew, you've changed."

He was clingier than before, Sarah thought.

"Really? I don't think so," he sniffed, enjoying every spoon of the porridge, a drop of red oil on it.

When the breakfast was finished Andrew was going to take Sarah for a walk in the garden by pushing the wheelchair, which was interrupted by two people's unexpected visit. Anne and Ernest. Fruit in her hand, Anne threw herself toward Sarah.

"I've got something to tell you," Ernest whispered in Andrew's ear.

Anne and Sarah were talking with joy, not paying attention to what the men were doing.

"You mean yesterday?" Andrew guessed it immediately.

Ernest pushed the glasses frame, his sharp eyes going wide. Andrew's great perception amazed him.

"Yes. I got in touch with my friends. They'd be glad to help Sarah as much they can. Don't worry. They're all with authorized certification. I told them some symptoms. They said the disease possibly was at its early stage. Though not one hundred percent sure, they thought there was a great chance it could be cured."

Certainly, it was good news.

"Thanks." Andrew's face turned easier.

"Not at all," Ernest said with a chuckle.

"Um, Andrew, can I go out for a walk with Anne?"

Sarah was waiting for his approval with caution that was easily perceived.

"Ok." He nodded.

"Yes."

Her eyes curved like the moon. Seated herself in the wheelchair joyfully, Sarah behaved like an innocent and curious girl.

What was going on seemed incredible to Ernest. He nudged Andrew and asked, "Is this your wife or your daughter?"

"My wife and my daughter."

Ernest had his thumb up.

Sarah and Anne had come to the garden of the hospital. The artificial hills and the natural plants formed a delightful contrast.

"Sarah, trust me. We will try our best to help you, even if I have to steal money from Ernest, alright?"

Sarah was amused. "I'm good, yet. Nothing dangerous."

"But we are taking the risk."

Suddenly, Anne realized she had said something improper and explained, "Sarah, I didn't mean that. I'm just concerned, but..." The words left her mouth before she could help herself. en swnovels.net

"Never mind. We've known each other for a long time. I got you."

"That's true."

Anne pushed the wheelchair slowly. They felt the warmth wafted by the breeze.

"Mum, don't be sad. Dad is gone, but I'm here. Your daughter is here."

It was overheard by Sarah as she went by. To her surprise, Hudson's wife and daughter were in the hospital as well. "Hudson! Hudson! Please come back!"

The wail of the lady broke the peace of the garden and drew the attention of some people who walked by.

"Mum! I know you're sad. Me too. But think about your illness. Take care." Esmae was trying to persuade her mom.

"I can't. I can't. How could he leave us like this? What can we do without a man?"

The wail grew louder. Anne was

afraid that would disturb Sarah and

ready to take her away. Before Sarah

asked Anne to stay, she saw Esmae's eyes, in which deep hatred could be read, rest on her.

"Don't go, Anne."

The lady stopped crying. Her gaze turned and settled on Sarah, complexity, sadness and hatred in her eyes.

"You know them?"

Anne noticed something wrong in the gaze.

"Yes."

Sarah stood up and looked at them. Anne took her carefully by the waist to make sure she wouldn't fall over.

The confrontation seemed unavoidable.

"You..."

"Let's go, Mum."

Sarah had barely started speaking when Esmae interrupted her. She helped her mom up with a resentful look on her young face.

"Wait."

The lady glared at Sarah. The tears were turned into drops of blood.

It would come if it was doomed to come.

"Mrs..."

Sarah was given a slap.

Even Esmae was shocked at Sarah's twisted face. But she had no sympathy for Sarah, since the one she lost was her dad.

"Who are you? How dare you do that?"

Anne was filled with anger. She wanted to do something, but was stopped by Sarah.

"She hit you, Sarah!"

Anne was stunned. Sarah was not supposed to be vulnerable.

"It's my fault," Sarah said, covering her burning face where the marks of the fingers had appeared.

Anne didn't know what had

happened before. She had to fight

the urge to strike back. She was

quite confused about what Sarah

had done to this woman of forty or more.

"It is all because of you! Mr. Bask was there, so I did nothing that day. Nobody can help you today."☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐