Mr. Right, Spoil Me
Chapter 93 I thought you won’t come back…

"Director Scott, that's Missus' voice! It's really her!"

"Bash it in!"

In a thunderous roar, the black car rams open the door. Dust and debris flew, choking everyone in an instant. He could barely see the outline of a figure.

The men were stunned and stopped what they were doing. It was fine just a moment ago, how did it...

When the dust settled, a slender body stood in the room. His eyes were vicious and furious. He was bloodthirsty.

Because of the murderous looks, they started to run. Even the one who was about to lower his trousers started to run. But there was nowhere to run to, there were other people outside.

"Don't touch me... don't touch me..."

On the floor, the weak voice continued to beg, her voice was totally husky and she was staring blankly into empty space.

On the floor, the clothes were tattered, and her whole body trembling. She protected herself with her life. She held onto something in her hands. It was the memorial tablet. She had some bloody scratches and lacerations.

He looked on and raised his hand and shouted.

His expression was as if the world had ended.

"Break everyone's legs!"

He emphasized each word forcefully.

He has always been ruthless and no one can prevent it.

He took off his jacket and covered her body. He used all his strength and carried her up, "Don't worry, I'm here."

Sarah was in a trance, her lips, face, were pale. She could feel that her body wasn't touched by those obnoxious hands but the familiar smell, face. Her hands relaxed and the tablet fell. She was in a mess. "I thought you won't come..."

She started to cry and buried her head into his chest. She never imagined that it was he who appeared at the critical moment to save her.

"If not me then who? I've said it before, I'll protect you for life."

The only person was him!

They were lucky. If looks could kill, every one of them would've met their maker. There was no shortage of hammers in the workshop hence the merciless order.

Thick blood splattered and he didn't even flinch. He just carried his woman out of there.

Before he left, "Cripple everyone!"

"Yes! Director!"

"Argh! No! Help! Don't!"

"Save me Save me Help! We are wrong! No! My leg!"

"Argh!!!"

Nothing was held back, the pounding and smashing continued in the dim workshop.

....

"Still frightened?" They were in the car and he didn't ease his embrace.

He doesn't want to release his grip. It wasn't easy to lose and then retrieve her. He used all his luck for this effort. This process was truly difficult.

Sarah looked at him dazed, a while back it was the same man who said to her within a group of men, "I'm here."

He was just as cool, emotionless as if everyone was beholden to him. Now it was him again who rescued her. "Matthew, Thanks."

Sarah said.

Her words stunned him and changed his expression and he relaxed his grip.

"What did you say?"

"I said, thank you, you saved me."

Sarah covered her face with her hands, she tried to calm down. Her face was painful like it was burning. The scratches on her back also stung.

She winced in pain and frowned.

Matthew understood. He pursed his lips and looked at her body. "Remove your clothes, I'll clean your wounds."

Her back was scratched when she struggled on the ground and it was covered in dirt, it was necessary to clean it.

"No need, let's do it at the hospital."

Sarah lowered her head and held what's left of her clothes tightly, not letting him any closer.

Matthew raised his eyebrow and didn't bother with her refusal. He forcefully ripped off her clothes and turned her around. In the fleeting lights within the car, he wiped her back. After about three seconds, he paused and closed his eyes and sighed.

His thin lips started to quiver, his expression hardened, those high and mighty eyes started to shatter and tears started to well up.

"I won't see, turn around."

He turned his head.

Sarah wore back her blouse, "No need, the wounds will be cleaned at the hospital."

The next moment, the window opened and he threw his jack out of the window.

Sarah, "..."

He took out the disinfectant and with some cotton buds, started to clean the scratches on her back.

"Ouch..."

He was gentle and stopped momentarily when Sarah was in pain.

"I'll be gentler."

Matthew saw her sweat in pain. He pinched the cotton bud and it broke every few applications.

"It's enough, we're reaching the hospital soon."

"Must you keep opposing me?"

His breathing was normal but his tone got firmer. He took a new cotton bud and dipped it into the disinfectant. In a deep breath, he controlled his strength and smoothly wiped the scratches. This final pass was successful.

"Cover yourself."

He removed his shirt and gave it to her. He remained topless.

His muscles showed and there was a tattoo on his chest with the word "Mom".

His muscles were defined and firm. It was clear that he worked out regularly.

The laterals were defined.

"Thanks." Sarah turned her back towards him. She lowered her head to button up.

Then he turned her body around and button for her, "Allow me."

His insistence was inevitable.

He looked directly at her chest, the snow-white skin was clearly visible. Sarah awkwardly looked away. At the hospital, Matthew carried her in, he didn't allow her to touch the floor. His hands never left her side a moment since he found her.