Mr. Right, Spoil Me
Chapter 152 Marry Me and Abort the Baby

"I'm treating your wounds, don't move around so much, okay?"

Sarah regained a bit of consciousness, the voice was threatening and yet had no hint of anger, her gaze loitered and haggard. The roof was made out of logs, a Mediterranean style hut, giving off energetic vibes.

But she wasn't energetic at all. She couldn't move, lying on the waves printed bed, the two opposite scenery clashing.

Mathew continued wrapping her arms up, slowly covering up her bloody skin that was cut by a sharp object.

He patiently waited for her to say something, and stared at her quietly.

He held her hands and wrapped her fingers around his as he carefully touched her skin.

He liked the warmth of her palm, her fingers pale and slender, they were always pretty.

He didn't need her to say anything, he was content with her next to him.

The white flower printed skirt was stained with blood, it gave off a unique vibe. The blood bloomed with the flower prints on the dress, it was the sign of struggle. "You still don't want to say anything?"

He asked patiently, he gazed at her, unhurried.

She just continued looking at the ceiling, not even batting an eye at him.

Suddenly, he put her finger in his mouth, he gently nibbled and sucked on them. Her fingers gradually got deeper in his mouth, it sent shivers down her spine. She finally looked over and glared at him.

The expression in his eyes wanton and unbridled.

She knew that he did that on purpose to infuriate her, she wanted to take her hand back but was frightened at his sharp gaze.

He continued nibbling her fingers, the moistness and warmth made her feel like she was being struck by lightning, her whole body electrified. "Stop it."

Mathew stopped upon her command, her scent lingers on his tongue, he longed for that sweetness.

He licked his lips and smiled deviously, he let go of her hand.

"Do you not feel like saying anything, or do you not want to talk to me?"

He asked, he phrased his sentence in a way that the latter question was more emphasized.

Sarah glanced at him, she looked at her arms, pursed her lips and turned her back at him.

Mathew looked at her series of actions and stood behind her, "Do you really not want to talk to me?"

Sarah laid on her side, her heart distressed, she tried to move her lips with all her might, "I'm really tired, could you please let me rest for a bit?"

Back then, she would've fought with him with all his might. But now she had a baby in her belly, she couldn't take the risk.

She had to shoulder the consequences, her heart ached thinking about it and so she tried to curb her feelings.

But her indifference made the man behind her furious.

"You're taking advantage of my kindness."

The cold voice behind her was filled with irritation, it had the urge to tear the silence off her.

It was in the way.

"Kindness? Look at what you did."

"Am I not kind enough? You got pregnant with someone's child, do you remember what I told you? Don't think about giving birth to other people's children, not when I'm around!"

There were tears in Sarah's eyes, she held her belly with her hand, she was afraid. Why should her child suffer like this?

Her heart was withering and exhausted, and it was in tremendous pain.

She wiped away her tears and choked up, "I didn't expect to get pregnant, but I'm married to Andrew, getting pregnant was something that would happen sooner or later. What, do you expect me to not get pregnant forever?"

"Tell me, how did you get together with Andrew?"

Sarah was stunned, she stayed silent after hearing the question.

Mathew glared at her harshly, he walked around the bed and stood in front of it.

His legs straighten at the head of the bed, his back emitting frigidness, he pressed her shoulder down. She had to lie down and look him straight in the eyes.

"Answer me, now."

He knew her too well, he saw right through her with every move she made.

Her pause made him certain that something wasn't right about her and Andrew.

Sarah felt like an ant, the man before her could crush her to death whenever he wanted to.

She was always under someone's thumb.

If the Lord would grant everyone a wish, she would wish that nobody could ever control the other, like how she was controlled.

"Fine, you really want to know?"

The anxiousness in his eyes was telling her to tell him the truth right now!

Sarah smiled palely, her lips as white as sheets, "I threatened Andrew to get married to me. I told him that if he didn't, I will leak our sex photos to the press, they were taken when I drugged him that one time, he had no choice but to do what I say."

It wasn't good news for Mathew.

Especially when Sarah mentioned threatening Andrew, her eyes darkened and there was a hint of manic in her eyes.

"Why did you threaten him?"

His voice was thunderous on the last word.

"I want money and he has money, you happy?"

She described herself as a prideless gold digger, she sold her body in exchange for money.

"That's the reason why?"

"You can take it that way."

Mathew pondered briefly, suddenly he broke the silence, "Get a divorce."

Sarah looked at him as if he went bonkers, "What nonsense are you spouting, why should I get a divorce?"

Mathew couldn't wait for a second longer, he carried her and said stubbornly, "Marry me, abort the child, we start a new life."

Sarah violently struggled just as he said his first words, she couldn't believe what he said in the end. She held on the headboard tightly and shook her head vigorously, "I'm not getting a divorce and I would never get an abortion, never in hell!"

"You have no choice."

He tore her fingers off the bed without stopping, but as he managed to pull off hand she managed to grab with the other. Mathew yelled furiously, " You want to repeat what happened just now? I let you go the last time, I won't be soft on you this time."

"You bastard, don't harm my baby! I treat you so kindly, why are you being so cruel to me?"

"Me, cruel? I treated you kindly too!"

"No, no!"

Her fighting back only made him more furious, fear loomed her body as she sat in his embrace. Her thin long dress was not built for defence, he bit her nape fiercely and his finger forcefully unzipping her dress. Sarah was terrified, but there was nowhere to hide.☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐