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.

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

was

Andrew’s face

Ernest

out for a walk with Anne?”

was waiting for his approval with caution

“Ok.” He nodded.

“Yes.”

like the moon. Seated herself in the wheelchair joyfully,

nudged Andrew and asked, “Is this your wife

wife and my

his

Anne had come to the garden of the hospital. The artificial hills and

me. We will try our best to help you, even if I have to steal money from Ernest,

amused. “I’m

we are

something improper and explained, “Sarah, I didn’t mean that. I’m just concerned, but…” The words left

known each other for

“That’s true.”

slowly. They felt the warmth wafted by the

is gone, but I’m here. Your daughter is

went by. To her surprise, Hudson’s wife and daughter were in the hospital as

Hudson! Please come

the peace of the garden and drew the attention of some people

But think about your illness. Take care.” Esmae was trying to persuade her

he leave us like this?

was afraid that would disturb Sarah and ready to take her away. Before Sarah asked Anne

“Don’t go, Anne.”

Her gaze turned and settled on Sarah, complexity, sadness and hatred

“You know them?”