Divorce is the Best Choice novel (Sarah and Jason)
Chapter 167

Chapter 167 Wrong Place to Make Trouble

The frown between his eyebrows was deeper and deeper.

Why was he so noisy.

He squatted down and took out the towel from his mouth. The coldness around him had become solid. "What do you want?"

"I want to go to the bathroom!"

Wilson Yeats spoke very quickly.

Looking at the rope that he had searched for a long time, Jason refused in his heart.

He murmured to himself for several times that this is Sarah's cousin, then he untied the knot on his body and let him out of the quilt.

Wilson Yeats rushed to the bathroom at a very fast speed.

The expression on Jason's face was complicated.

It was hard for him to imagine that this person was the same person as the CEO of the Yeats group, who was always well prepared and never made wrong decisions. And now he acted like a naughty boy?

When he was thinking about this, the doorbell rang.

At last, the tense look on his face was somewhat relieved. He went to open the door for Sarah.

The moment she opened the door.

"What's wrong with you guys? It's late at night..." It's the neighbor.

When the man saw the look on Jason's face and the aura around him, he swallowed his words.

Nothing else.

The aura was so strong.

"Sorry?" seeing that the two of them were halfway through their conversation, Jason opened his thin lips slightly. His face was still as cold and isolated as ever. The suit accentuated his temperament.

The real powerful boss.

The man and the woman looked at each other and were shocked by the aura.

The man coughed slightly, looked at the messy room, and said with a bit of complexity, "It's so late. The noise is really loud."

"I'm sorry," said Jason politely. It was indeed their fault. "We will be careful later."

"Okay, okay," the two of them said and left.

However, they had a feeling of surviving from a disaster. They were on the right side, but for some reason, when they saw Jason's face, they automatically became cowards. At this moment,

The elevator arrived.

Sarah walked out in a hurry.

When they saw her, the two of them thought that she came to argue with someone because she was disturbed.

When they was about to stop to watch the play, they saw that Sarah stopped at the door. Without saying anything, Jason took her to his room and closed the door.

The two stood there and pictured the scene in their minds.

But it seemed that no soap opera could match this scene.

If they were caught in adultery, the two of them couldn't be so harmonious, but they couldn't think of anything else.

Finally, the two of them took the elevator and went downstairs.

When Sarah entered the house and saw the mess in his house, she couldn't help but touch her forehead.

What a mess her cousin had created.

She didn't know where she was.

"Where is he?" Sarah asked, trying to calm herself down.

Jason looked deep into his room and said, "Inside."

When Sarah was about to walk in, Jason pulled her back and said, "No hurry. He's in the bathroom."

She paused.

Bathroom?

This time, Wilson Yeats not only fantasized that he was a swordsman, but also changed his words that he always used? Bathroom, not toilet?

"I'm sorry for what happened today." Standing there, she felt really guilty for the messy room. "Tomorrow I'll make an appointment with the housekeeper to clean it for you. And I'll compensate for all the damaged things....."

"It's fine," said Jason in a deep voice.

She paused for a second.

She knew what kind of person he was before. He was a slight neat freak and had a strong sense of territory.

Normally, since her brother had made his house like this, he should talk to her with displeasure and coldness and accuse her brother of his crime one by one.

But now he just said it was okay, like nothing serious.

"Are you scared by my brother?" this was the only reason that she came up with.

"Not really." the aura around him had softened, and his attitude towards Sarah had changed three hundred and sixty degree. "He's already out. I'll go in and have a look." He didn't know if Wilson Yeats was a paranoid after drinking.

In order to ensure the safety.

It would be better for him to check first.

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"I heard the sound of Pumpkin just now." Wilson Yeats's clothes was tidy, but it was obvious that he was drunk. "What did you do to her?"

He looked back at Sarah, indicating that she could come in.

Then Sarah went in.

The moment Wilson saw her, he rushed to her and hugged her. "Ah, you're OK! I'm so worried that you might be

killed by him."

Sarah, "..."

Jason, "..."

The emotions of the two were also complicated.

"I've already talked to him and we have a truce now." Sarah followed his words, still with a relatively light mood. "You can sit over there. I'll get you some soup to make you sober." "Okay," said Wilson Yeats obediently.

He walked to the sofa in the living room and sat down. Before long, he fell asleep on the sofa.

Sarah frowned.

When she was about to get some honey water for Wilson to drink, she saw the broken phone on the ground.

Her brain buzzed and she asked, "Is that your phone?"

"Yes," said Jason with a very calm expression.

Sarah was speechless.

She decided to ask Wilson to get rid of alcohol completely after he woke up.

He was really a troublemaker.

"I may have to bother you with one thing later." with his deep gaze on her, Jason had been very kind to her the whole

time.

Sarah felt guilty for what Wilson had done, so she answered, "Go ahead."

"There are some things that haven't been backed up in my phone. I can't restore them now, and I might need you to transfer them to my new phone," said Jason seriously, his hands hanging on the two sides o his body.

"That's what I should do," said Sarah.

He didn't say anything more.

After Sarah borrowed a cup from him, she went to get half a cup of hot water and added the honey she had bought

into it.

Meanwhile,

She also looked around Jason's room.

The living room, the main bedroom, and the guest bedroom were all in a mess. Only the kitchen and the study with the door locked were not attacked by him.

Ten minutes later,

Sarah fed the honey water to Wilson.

Jason helped her all the way, but he remained silent and patient the whole time.

This kind of situation gave her an illusion, as if they were just married. The two of them got along very well and harmoniously. There was no quarrel, but only plain happiness. Sarah put down the cup and let Wilson sleep on the sofa.

"I'll clean it up first." seeing the mess, she couldn't stand it anymore.

She had to clean up her brother's mess.

Just as she stood up.

Jason stretched out his hand and grabbed her wrist with a very light force, which made her heart palpitate a bit.

When Sarah was about to pull her hand out, he said, "No hurry. I have something to tell you."