Mr. Right, Spoil Me
Chapter 66 Jump and Escape

Sarah can anticipate that their talk will get nowhere. Both of them are head strong with strange tempers. Hence, she was trying to look for a means of escape.

She examined the layout of the room and the doors were very sturdy. There was only one hope of escape - the window. But the room was at the second floor and the ground below isn't a grass patch, instead, it was a grey cement floor. At a height of approximately twenty meters, a jump from this height will either be fatal or be crippled for life.

In case something unexpected happens like both legs get broken, it'll be a huge price to pay!

She cracked her brain but couldn't think of any other way.

"What to do! What can I do?!" Her head was throbbing thinking of it. Her cell phone was confiscated. Now that Matthew and Andrew were negotiating is her best chance to escape.

She opened the window, she looked out and felt dizzy. She had always had a fear of heights. She didn't dare to stand at a high height without any protective barrier. She always has this feeling that she'll fall. Now she must jump at this height and without a safety line.

"I'll say for the final time, she, is staying here. You, stay or leave, as you wish."

It was obvious that Matthew was getting impatient and his expression was grim. They've already exchanged numerous hard-hitting words.

"Okay, I'll ask her opinion."

Both men were stuck at the stairs. Matthew blocked Andrew with an arm and frowns threateningly.

"No?"

Matthew didn't speak and stubbornly blocked the path upstairs.

A scream surprised everyone!

Both men's expression changed when that voice was so familiar!

"Oh no, Miss jumped out of the window!"

Before the words finished, they rushed outside to the cement floor. They saw a pitiful image of a person lying flat on the ground face down. "Sarah! Sarah!"

Her sight was blurred and but she can hear someone coming over. She can see that the person wasn't Matthew and looked like Andrew. She anxiously grabs his shirt, "Quick, take me home, take me home!" "Back to where? Let's go to the hospital!"

An hour later.

"These are only some abrasions, nothing serious. Remember, next time don't do anything this dangerous."

"Okay, thanks doctor." They felt more at ease after the prognosis.

The examination room was full but after the doctor left, there were only three of them.

"Last time you didn't even dare to go onto the Ferris Wheel and now you dare to jump from the window? You are certainly getting braver!"

Matthew walked over and scolds without hesitating but his words were cold and sharp.

She was lucky this time, otherwise it could have been much worse!

Sarah didn't look at him. Didn't all these happen because of him?

"Are you alright?" Andrew's voice was more normal, caring and warm. At least he wasn't as sarcastic as Matthew.

Mary pursed her lips and shook her head.

"What about your legs? How are they?"

With that, he lifted the blanket and the fingers ran down her legs kneading as it went till the feet. It was very comfortable and relaxing.

The last time when he was applying ointment for her, Sarah already noticed that his technique was very warm and gentle. He must have done this many times to attain such skill.

"Let's go back." This time he asked her and as soon as he said, she instantly replied without thinking, "Okay, let's go."

On the side Matthew saw it and clenched his fists, "You are so unwilling to see me?"

Sarah stopped, not knowing to advance or retreat and glances at his eye. Those two eyes were like the nails on the cross, nailing into her eyes.

Andrew carried her up in his embrace and she instantly placed her hands over his neck. What Matthew said is tossed aside.

He stood alone along the cold and lonely corridor.

...

It was two o'clock in the morning and they just had an intense session in an obscure room. The wind blew through the window screen and caressed the cheeks of the woman. He embraced her waist and kissed her forehead.

They were tired and should rest.

"Let's just sleep here okay?"

The petite lady was dazed and felt a little uncomfortable, her senses were somewhat in a mess. Recently Ernest had been particularly vigorous and her petite frame can hardly handle it.

Anne shook her head and objected, "No, what if I get pregnant?"

"If you're pregnant it'll be mine, we'll raise it."

"No, I don't want to be pregnant now."

Then, she pushed him out and at that moment, a sensation came over her body and her toes curled uncontrollably. She stared fiercely at Ernest, "Ernest! You asshole! Stop!"

The man laughed and kissed her lips, "You're fully aware what I did! Eh?"

He pushed her hands to her head and kisses her. Then against her wishes, he continued to do the same thing.

Finally, she couldn't take it and she cries as she begs, "No more, please stop. I'm tired, I want to sleep." Now Anne was exhausted and almost faints.

Ernest taped on her face, "Oh, babe, ask you something."

"What?" Anne asked impatiently.

"Andrew wants me to ask you. Where is Sarah from and what's going on between Matthew and her?"

On hearing this, Anne regained some consciousness. She sat up and said, "What you are saying is, Andrew got you to ask me about Sarah's background?"

Ernest removed his gold trimmed glasses and stared at Anne. Sweat dripped from his forehead and his chiseled face looked very sexy.

"Yes", he continued to look at her fair and pinkish throat, gently rubbing it with his nose.

"Why ask me? Why doesn't he ask Sarah directly?"

Anne placed her hand on his chest and gently pushed him. "You can simply turn him down. I ask you, why did he bring Emily the other day, why didn't he take Sarah?"

"I said many times, that's their business, why do you want to interfere?"

"I'm Sarah's good friend. I want to stand up for her. So, what if I want to interfere?"

Anne glared at him. He dared to roll his eyes at her?

That round and petite face was so cute no matter what expression it has, especially when she was angry. Those two big round eyes were so adorable!

Give up! Surrender unconditionally! Ernest couldn't control his desires for her. He surrendered, "It's my fault."I