Mr. Right, Spoil Me
Chapter 120 I will let Sarah Abort

When Anne finished yelling, she shifted her attention to Andrew, "Someone who already has a wife and yet have this woman by his side taking care of her. Those who know will regard her as your friend and those who don't will regard her as your mistress. This obviously proved that men are scoundrels. You don't care about your wife and every day you are involved with another woman. Is this a real game or are you using this as an excuse to have fun?"

Who she was referring to was very obvious and everyone looked towards Andrew.

The accused became sullen and that pair of deep cold eyes looked towards Anne and frowned deeply.

He didn't expect to be implicated.

Ernest didn't know that Anne would erupt with such fury, especially her disdain for Emily had reached this level.

The scene was out of anyone's control.

"Okay, I won't choose her, alright?"

The condom was tossed to the ground. Ernest couldn't possibly hand it to Emily. He only cared about trying to calm and please his girl. But Anne was inconsolable. "Fuck off!" She kicked off her high heels not bothering who they flew towards and walked to Andrew, "I don't believe Sarah doesn't want to come, why wouldn't she come? Andrew, do you know that once I told Sarah that Ernest brought me to attend a gathering with his friends to get to know them. That he brought me around to let everyone know that I'm his girlfriend. It was such an honor and do you know how envious she was of me?"

Andrew frowned because Anne was saying out too much of what he was sensitive about.

"Andrew! Do you know that Admiration was written all over Sarah's expression? And I'm just a girlfriend! Who is she? She's your wife! She's someone who you had married. Have you told anyone? Have you announced it to your company? But this woman, you bring her everywhere. If you don't love her then divorce her! I'm Sarah's best friend and I can't stand it any longer!" Ernest already grabbed her body but her claws were sharp and her teeth were even sharper. He managed to grab her and her arms tightly but couldn't prevent her from pouring out her discontent. "Andrew, you control Sarah's cell phone and yet you are in contact with the other party. Have you seen yourself? I've never seen such a selfish man like you. You appear decent but are full of hypocrisy. What kind of woman is Emily? You know clearly that she harbors intentions for you and yet you keep her by your side. Is this to satisfy your vanity? Or are these what you need? What wrong has Sarah done to marry such a disgusting man like you!"

Ernest also couldn't control himself and taking advantage of the pause, "Anne, go back with me, this isn't a place for your nonsense."

When she heard this, Anne's heart sank and looked coldly at Ernest in total disbelief, "You said that I'm spewing nonsense? Ernest, how can you say that about me?"

This man was heartless! She didn't want him anymore!

"What you say about them, I will say the same about you. Come back with me." Ernest was furious. Now his actions were more direct and decisive.

Anne was lifted to his shoulders and she struggled like a fish out of water.

She wasn't willing to be touched by him and started to slap his back and her fair legs had long kicked off her shoes. Her feet still had the injuries that happened when Sarah escaped from S City. "Oh my, Andrew has already married?"

"Looks that way, oh yes, I heard that from Ernest's girlfriend that they are best friends. Looks like Andrew doesn't treat his wife properly."

"Emily's still around, what do you expect?"

"Hush, don't let them hear us."

The private whisper began to spread and murmurs on this topic could be heard. Andrew stood up slowly and looked towards Anne, "Ernest."

His voice was coarse, deep, and angry.

"She's mine, I'll sort her out."

Ernest brought Anne out directly and didn't look back.

The crowd looked at Ernest carrying Anne out.

"Ernest, what are you doing? Release me, I haven't finished!"

Anne grabbed onto a door handle enough to stop for a while.

"Do you still intend to rage?"

Ernest almost lost his patience. If she pushed Andrew too far, everyone will suffer!

Anne held onto the handle and struggled to look at the person inside. That person who was looking at her, tall and imposing man, "Andrew! You will regret it if you carry on like this! I will personally let Sarah abort her baby. If the child doesn't have a complete family, then it will be a life of misery! Just you wait!"

The earth-shattering news spread across the room. It was clear and Anne felt so good as she had buried those words for too long.

"Okay, I'm done, take me away from here."

Anne lay onto his shoulders comfortably and she had said all that she wanted. She didn't need to walk on eggshells worried about saying what she shouldn't. It was good to let it out, it was good to let it all out, she wasn't weighed down anymore.

Though she knew that Sarah will be upset with her, Anne was not fearful. Sooner or later he'll replace out then let it be sooner.

She absolutely hated that woman Emily!

"... Anne, you said that Sarah is pregnant?" Even Ernest was shocked to hear what Anne said.

"Yes, we went for a check-up at S City. Sarah didn't want me to say anything but I don't want to keep it from you all anymore." Ernest didn't say anymore and left with her.

In contrast, the man who was at the center of the issue didn't know what to do.

His eyes were squinting, pondering, supposing, which revealed his internal struggles.

He frowned deeply and twitched, "What did she say?"

He pursed his thin lips and was obviously anxious.

"Andrew, it looks like she said that Sarah is pregnant. Really, I heard it."

Emily looked surprised and in disbelief in front of him.

So, he wasn't mistaken?

He looked at her for a moment and then walked swiftly past her. He was so fast that his image blurred and a crisp breeze drifted by, chilling her heart.

Andrew stumbled and pushed his way through the crowd.

The curious onlookers were full of mixed feelings. The way he left also left behind a mess and the person who came with him. The jacket fluttered as he rushed away and his necktie drifted in his wake. He left the place decisively.