Mr. Right, Spoil Me
Chapter 191 Sarah’s Father Moved His Finger

Sarah decided to visit her father at his bedside, as she and he were hospitalized at the same place.

He was now being nursed very well, standing in total contrast to the way he was treated in the past when Sarah could not afford her father a proper ward with good care, only to see for a few times that the nurse scrubbed his body with cold water. But in here, everything was better than she could have ever imagined.

What she had done all paid off.

Between her legs, there was still some vague pain, thus she could only limp along the wall to reach her father's ward. She could not help recalling the scene just now, brushing at those flirtatious whispers.

Andrew must be the incarnation of a wolf in sheep's clothing. He was completely another man when he stripped off.

He said he would do it only once, but just refused to let go of her, saying that he had held back for too long. Bullshit! His desire was so strong!

He didn't notice to let go of her until she mentioned it was not proper to have sex within a month after abortion. Now, over half a month had passed.

"Dad, I come to visit you. How do you feel? Do you feel better?"

Getting no reply, Sarah looked at his father lying on the bed, sad and helpless, but with a frozen smile on her face.

That was her father, with whom no one else could compare favorably.

"Alas, I had an abortion. Do you think I'm a good-for-nothing? I can't even protect my own child. I thought I could finally take a break if I could give birth to him, no need to wait for entirely two years. God fails me." Squatting at the bedside like a child, she looked at her father's wrinkled hand hanging down on the bed. Her fingertips jumped on his hand, touching here and there childishly.

She seemed to indulge herself in it, showing no trace of sadness and sorrow for quite a while.

The man lay there still and silent.

From the window the breeze blew in, falling on Sarah, who flopped her head on the edge of the bed, hoping to fall asleep and never wake up.

After a while, she felt someone was approaching.

It was the doctor.

""Ms. Cox, hello."

The doctor smiled. Behind him stood a few nurses.

"Hi."

Sarah stood up at once, and asked, "Doctor, how possible could my father recover?"

"The likelihood is... fifty..."

Sarah's heart beat as he said.

"... one. About fifty-one per cent."

The doctor patted her shoulder as he said.

So it was narrowly likely for him to wake up.

But even that was better than forty-nine per cent. Sarah tried to comfort herself.

"Ms. Cox ..."

Just when the doctor intended to continue the conversation, he saw his patient's finger moving, which was also sensed by Sarah from her hand.

All fixed their eyes on it.

"I saw it moving! It really did!" One of the nurses pointed out.

""Let me check."

The doctor came over, put the stethoscope on his patient's chest, and sure enough, there was a surprise!

"What did you just say to him?" The doctor asked Sarah, smiling at her expectantly.

Sarah hesitated, wondering if it was proper to speak out what she had said.

"Nothing special. Just some small talk, about what I did lately," she explained.

The doctor got it and said, "Very well. Keep doing this. It's beneficial for his probable recovery if you visit him more often and talk to him in your spare time. His hand just moved. It might be your words that stimulated him." "Is that true? Could my father wake up?"

"Hopefully yes. Don't give up. God decides life and death. So anyone who lives on should not lose hope but take life seriously."

"Thank you so much."

"It's OK. My duty."

Knowing that Sarah and the patient were related to the Bask Family, the medical workers didn't dare to cold-shoulder them, but show good manners instead.

At Waltz Bar.

Eleven at night was a time when men and women on the dance floor were stuck in a sustained public madness. Exhaustion in the day now turned into a strength being released irresistibly.

Hot dancers were showing seductive postures, wrapping themselves around waists of men like magnets.

In those dark corners came varied sexual moans.

"How long do you think I haven't touched other women because of one?"

In Box 1, Eric Earl signed.

In the past, he would even go for group sex. How come he stayed away from other girls since he met Sarah? How many girls had been driven crazy and horny by his handsome eyes!

"You want to go on like this?"

Ernest pushed his glasses with his finger, his Roman nose clear-cut, his eyes deep, trying to sound Eric out.

Sarah belonged to another man. Why would Eric still care about her?

"You know what, if she didn't get married, I would have definitely take her for my own woman. I would not regret staying away with other women if I could have her."

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Ernest had no intention to keep on the topic.

"They've got some beauties next door. Come and see them if you're not feeling good."

Ernest reminded him with a kindly look.

As the most upscale place of entertainment in city H, Waltz offered everything that pleased all merrymakers.

With plenty of bigwigs out there came multiple shady deals.

Men and women who came here would do whatever they liked, play shameless games with each other, as long as, in many cases, the both sides did not replace the interaction unacceptable.

If one got along well with another, it

would be good for the two to

develop a relationship; otherwise, having a one night stand would not be bad, never bothering them to seek more fun next day.

Eric frowned and said, "I won't go there. Even my hands now are cleaner than those girls."

"I am just worrying that you can no longer bear the loneliness." Ernest snickered.

Ernest had his own Venus, Anne Talbot, who was sweet and adorable.

And she had tempting and melting moans.

Unlike those prostitutes out there serving a huge customer base, Anne was different, really someone to him.

"Holy shit! Fuck off!"

Eric now hated it when he got public display of affection. Those horny people disgusted him.

To him, lovers around all led a decadent life. Only he preserved his moral integrity.

"Lately more students come here, which is weird," Ernest said as he touched his jaw.

Eric knew it, replied in a sophisticated tone,

"Because of the College Entrance Exam. Under such pressure, they had to come here to replace some release. I remember I was a virgin back then. But that night..."

As he said, a lewd smile appeared on his lips.

Ernest could barely stand him and said, "Bullshit! Be serious. That's the right way students release themselves?"

Eric felt as if he was trampled,

jumped to argue, "What? You

straight-A student. You're a smart ass. You would rather hide in a small room watching porn with Andrew than

hang out with me to have some real fun. I saw you both from his window that day before the exam. You pussy! I was a real man to have sex with girls. But you were so pitiful as you could be satisfied simply by watching porn in Andrew's home."

Ernest showed a long face immediately. Under his glasses outlined by golden color, his eyes were particularly sharp. He looked as if he would kick the beast in front of him to death.

"Those girls who chased you were

just blind. They called you Straight-A Student and Prince Charming,

saying they would stay with you all their life. I think you two were wretched men!"

"Shut the fuck up!"

"What are you talking about?" As they spoke, Anne opened the door, pouting her lips, falling into the hug of Ernest.

Eric looked at the two with disdain, suffering from another PDA.