Mr. Right, Spoil Me
Chapter 59 Caller ID is Emily

A week had passed since the banquet took place that night.

At the top of an office building where people in the room could see everything below, a lean young man was looking at the documents irritably.

He knitted his brows tightly and his hand rubbed his jaw, looking casual but elegant. He was looking at the paper with obscure expressions on his face.

A man bowing his head stood in front of him and stole a glance at him. Obviously, he was waiting for the young man to speak.

Unexpectedly, the man happened to meet the young man's eye. He instantly got scared and broke out into a cold sweat.

"Mr. Scott..."

"Hiss..."

Two sounds were heard simultaneously.

Matthew tore the papers apart and threw them to the man's face.

"Are you trying to fool me?"

His eyes were cold and fierce.

"No, no, Mr. Scott. This is all the information about Miss Sarah. I did not falsify. These are the materials I collected from the people around her. It's authentic."

The man explained in panic. Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. Obviously, he was very afraid of Matthew Scott.

"Okay, it says that she is single. What does it mean?"

He supported his chin, arched his eyebrows, and said in a playful tone as if he were telling a joke.

It was indeed a joke. This result of the investigation was useless.

In fact, he couldn't blame it on this private investigator. After Sarah signed the contract with Andrew's grandfather, all the information about Sarah remained the same. The old man had secretly wiped everything for her. No matter who it was, it was difficult to discover her true identity.

Andrew had firmly stated that the relationship between them couldn't be disclosed. Therefore, the secret was hidden so deep that no one could unfold it.

Matthew only knew that Sarah was married to Andrew. As for the reason and everything that happened in it, he didn't know.

What he wanted to investigate was nothing more than that.

However, there was no information about this.

"Mr. Scott. Being single means she doesn't married..."

"Get out!"

Matthew shouted and pointed at the door. His eyes were fierce and cold. He picked up the things on the table and smashed them at the panic-stricken man.

He couldn't hold back his anger anymore. No one could guarantee that he wouldn't lose control and kill him if the man still talked about the explanation of being single. "Damn! Useless idiot!"

In the quiet office, the sound of punching the glass was heard, which was shattering.

The glass in the office suddenly fell apart. Every time he thumped, it was silently venting his anger.

He had been punching the glass until his hand was covered with blood. Glass pieces were stuck into his fingers. His eyes were filled with deep jealousy and reluctance. He was frustrated, gloomy, and furious. He lost control of his emotions.

After a few weeks, Sarah's foot injury finally recovered.

During this time, she has been staying at home, watering flowers sometimes, and mowing the lawn to kill time.

In fact, the most important thing was that she was afraid of seeing Matthew as soon as she walked out of the house.

Sometimes the fear of a person would not fade over time but would become deeper, which might be deeper than one can imagine.

But she also understood that people always had to face reality. And one day they still had to deal with everything all alone.

To Sarah's surprise, Andrew had been out early and returned home late in the past few days. However, he slept on the sofa while Sarah slept in bed.

If they were in the past, he never stayed at home overnight.

When Andrew came back from work, Sarah was going to talk to him about her going back to work.

The while sculpture door of the room didn't close. Sarah could hear him talking. He seemed to have a phone call.

Sarah approached a little closer and summoned up the courage to knock the door. At this moment, the voice inside the room was slightly louder.

"I won't go there tonight. You should go to bed early. I still got things in the company waiting for me to deal with..."

Then he stopped.

"Don't be silly. Why would I pretend to be busy? You would replace out if I'm telling the truth."

The other end of the phone spoke.

"Emily, don't do this."

Sarah's heart seemed to stop beating the moment she heard that.

Emily...

When Sarah came to her senses, the door had been fully opened. The tall and straight figure of the man stood in front of her. He lowered his head and gazed at her.

It seemed to be asking, "What are you doing here?"

"Have, have you finished your call?"

The moment Sarah spoke, she wanted to slap herself! She thought to herself. "Why are you so stupid? That would mean that you just overheard him on the phone. Sarah, you are so silly!"

...

Feeling embarrassed, Sarah forced a smile. As for her question just now, it was like a slap in the face.

Andrew didn't have many expressions on his face, looking rather nonchalant. "Yes. You can ask me whatever you want to ask."

Sarah was speechless.

Could she say she didn't want to ask anything now?

"No, I just, just happened to hear you call, and then you came out. I didn't hear anything..."

She twisted her fingers and her voice became weak. It seemed that she was guilty, but none of this mattered.

Andrew glanced at her and stopped focusing on the phone call. He just pulled her in. "If you have anything to say, you should come in first. This is your room."

The door was closed.

"You want to start working tomorrow?"

Sarah told him what she wanted to do tomorrow.

Surprisingly, Andrew didn't reject it. But he didn't agree either.

"Don't you want to take a few days off?"

"No, I have rested long enough. I want to go back to the company tomorrow."

Suddenly, they lapsed into silence. It was so quiet that even a needle falling to the floor could be heard.

This was not the first time. In the past few days, when these two people were talking about something, they would suddenly pause and become silent. Sarah didn't know how to continue the conversation. They would just stop talking.

Sarah was speechless.

She didn't like this feeling. The two of them just sat there and didn't say anything. It was more uncomfortable than arguing with him.

Sometimes, she would rather be lectured by Andrew than see him say nothing.

"Then, do you agree?"

She thought that if he said yes, she would immediately say the next sentence. "Okay, then I'm going to sleep. And you should also go to bed earlier."

However, there was always a sharp contrast between imagination and reality.

She suddenly heard the ringtone and then Andrew's cell phone was vibrating. She glanced at the caller ID, which showed "Emily".00