Mr. Right, Spoil Me

Chapter 60 Take the Same Elevator

She only saw that Andrew's brows knitted. He immediately picked up the clothes next to him and said

to the phone, "Don't move if you hurt. Why don't you tell me earlier? I'm coming right away. Wait for me.

"

Throughout the process, Sarah watched him answer the phone, pack up his clothes, and leave in no

more than three minutes.

"Are you leaving again?" She laughed ridiculously, not knowing what to say.

It turned out what happened in these past few days were all illusions.

Hearing what she said, Andrew suddenly stopped. As he was about to step out of the door, he turned

back and looked at her eyes. "I know what you are thinking. It's not what you think it is. Go to sleep

early."

He touched her head and stroked her hair as if he were coaxing a naive child.

Surprisingly, Sarah didn't avoid his touch. Instead, she froze.

...

The next day, Sarah woke up early in the morning. The first thing she did was to look at the sofa, only

to find that there was no one there.

Sarah packed the things herself. Andrew's grandpa heard that she was going back to work and said

that she could rest for a few more days. She insisted on going to work anyway, so the old man didn't

stop her and just asked the driver to take her to the company.

"Grandpa, it's okay. You should go back to inside."

Andrew's grandfather was still hale and hearty. He walked over with his walking stick and stayed in

front of her for a while. "Last night, did Andrew go out again?"

Sarah didn't expect that he would ask this question. Did he find out?

"Well, he...was dealing with something at work. Grandpa, don't worry about it."

"Did he?" Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

He was studying her face and then squinted his eyes.

Sarah wasn't good at lying and was even more terrified of looking at such a shrewd person as the old

man. She avoided eye contact with him. "Grandpa, I'm going to be late. I'm leaving."

"There's no need to rush. How are you and Andrew doing? Have you made any progress in recent

days?"

Sarah suddenly realized what he was asking. He was wondering whether they slept together or not.

Sarah's face turned red, feeling rather embarrassed.

This old man didn't feel ashamed at all. How could he ask her such a question? Sarah thought.

"No, grandpa, let's talk about it after I get off work. I'm going to be late. Let's go." She said to the driver.

Without answering the question, Sarah rolled up the car window immediately. Her heart was beating

fast. Of course, she wouldn't discuss such a thing with Andrew's grandfather.

She thought that Andrew had been at home for the past few days, so they might be able to have sex

when it was time. But he wasn't always at home.

Since she couldn't have sex with him, how could she have a baby?

As Sarah was lost in thought, she had arrived at the company.

When she got off the car, she wondered if she had seen it wrong. She felt a familiar figure just walking

past her.

After entering the department, some greetings of her colleagues also followed.

"Sarah, where did you go?"

"What's wrong? I haven't seen you in a few days."

"Sarah, what's going on with you these days? Why didn't you come to work?"

"Tell me, did you go on vacation with your boyfriend? I'm surprised that the manager would agree to let

you be on leave for so long."

They all took a moment of time to greet Sarah as they were busy with their work. Some were kind,

others were cold.

Sarah smiled at them and didn't speak.

As soon as she sat on the chair, she saw her manager reach out his head and grin widely. "Sarah, you

are back."

His creepy smile frightened Sarah.

"Larry, why are you so mysterious?"

Larry moved a chair over to sit beside her and smiled. "You've been in charge of Randall Group’s

project, right? We've been put in urgency. Now that you’re back, hurry up and go to their company.

People of their company come a few times and ask whether you come back. They want to talk to you in

detail about the progress of the project."

There was a thin layer of dust on the work table. Sarah suddenly stopped as she was wiping the table.

She almost forgot that she was still in charge of the Randall Group's project. Since the banquet that

day, she had never seen Bruce.

"Didn't you send anyone else to Randall Group?"

"No, they said they didn't want anyone else. They would only talk to you."

After thinking about it, Sarah wondered what to do with Bruce and if Matthew came to find him.

"Okay, I'll go right away."

Hearing the response he wanted, the manager smiled, "Well, you can go now. I will help you here."

After snatching the towel in her hand, the manager pushed her out hurriedly, "Hurry up. Randall Group

has already loosened a lot. We can definitely make a deal with them if you go to talk to them. We are

able to pull it through this time. Sarah, come on!"

She didn't even seat herself at her desk for a few minutes. Then she was asked to leave. Was it

necessary to rush?

She left by elevator. At this time, there were still a lot of people. During the peak hours of work, the

people who swarmed in the elevator immediately squeezed her into the corner.

However, at the moment when the elevator door was about to close, she didn't expect that someone

else would still want to get in.

"Ms. Gilbert, are you coming in?"

An employee warmly asked the woman who was standing outside and hesitant to enter. He also took

the initiative to move in a little bit so that he could make a small space for her to stand.

However, what Sarah didn't expect was that all people in the elevator subconsciously squeezed in.

Therefore, Sarah in the corner instantly felt the strong impact of the crowd.

It had already been so crowded. Unexpectedly, everyone still moved closer, which made it difficult for

her to breathe.

In just a few seconds, a position enough to fit Emily appeared.

"It's okay. Thank you, I will wait for the next one."

Through the cracks among the crowds, Sarah saw that Emily was wearing a warmer jacket and looked

somehow haggard. She seemed to be sick.

Suddenly her eyes lit up. Wasn't that dress on her body the one she saw accidentally when she just

entered the door?

Suddenly, Sarah felt confused. Why did she come here?

"Come on, Ms. Gilbert. The elevator might also be full if you wait any longer. There is a place here. You

can rest assured that we will not crush."

A female employee pulled her in with great enthusiasm. In an instant, the people in the whole elevator

squeezed back, which almost suffocated Sarah in the corner.

Sarah was speechless. They just needed to fit one more person. There was no need to squeeze like

this.

Sarah found that people's move to make room for Emily seemed to be voluntary. Even the way they

looked at Emily was not lifeless as they were supposed to be.

Emily Gilbert seemed to be very popular in their company.

Finally, Emily came in.

"Ms. Gilbert, did you come here to look for our president?"

"Yes. I'm not feeling well and just come back from the hospital. I asked him to come back first, and then

I'll go back home by myself. In this way, he can save some time to work. Andrew was already so busy."

"Ms. Gilbert, you are so thoughtful. The president is really busy these days. The meetings of the

previous days have been put off until these days. I heard that he went back home early in the last few

days. He must have come back to spend some time with you. Right?"

In the elevator, although there were many people, it was fairly quiet, so Sarah heard it clearly.

Emily faked a cough and said in a soft voice, "Well, it's actually nothing." The employee smiled and

didn't seem surprised. "I knew it. Only you can make the president get off work early. Except for you,

who else can it be?"