A Contract Marriage With My Boss

Chapter 124: She Still Loves Him

Christina pretended to be agitated by her words and said. “Alas, I can’t stand her! Charles, how can

you stand? She is your wife, why is she behaving so superior to us?”

Charles also thought that Sarah was overreacting and said, “Sarah!” as if he was ordering her to calm

down and stretched his hand out to her to pull her back.

Sarah shook off his hands and freed herself from his attempt to restrain her. “I don’t need you to tell me

what to do. What rights do you have to tell me what to do? Even though you are my husband, I am still

a free person! You have no right to restrain me!”

Sarah was so irritated but didn’t want to show her weakness in front of everyone, especially after

Charles was taking his mother's side.

Charles suddenly pushed her. “Come here and talk with me!” He growled as he pulled her over. Sarah

struggled to get free, but Charles got even more irritated and pushed her full force against the wall. He

didn’t mean to hurt her, but he momentarily lost control over his emotions and disregarded his strength.

Sarah's back hit against the wall so intense that she arched in pain. Unable to stand the pain, she

closed her eyes and scrunched her face, feeling as if her body was smashed into pieces.

Both Christina and Emma were shocked at what they saw as they hadn't expected Charles to get

physical with Sarah. They both felt happy to see Sarah’s painful expression and smiled secretively.

Meanwhile, Charles realized that he had hurt Sarah, and quickly went to hold Sarah steady and said,

“Sarah, Sarah…”

Sarah pushed him off and stood up straight by herself, disregarding the pain. Charles was about to say

something, but Sarah slapped him on the face and glared at him. Her eyes were filled with

disappointment and despair, shocking Charles. Charles stared back at her without knowing what to do.

Sarah gnashed her teeth in anger. “I will not let you bully me! Charles, you owe me big time! I'll

remember what you just did. If you don’t stop, I will get my revenge one day!”

She pushed Charles away and strode away. She had to leave this cage that was suffocating her. She

just wanted to have her own life, without caring about anyone or being dependent on someone!

Sarah walked alone along the bridge. Cars were coming and going as well as pedestrians walking in

different directions, but she was indifferent and looked at the deep emptiness in front of her, strolling

away from the hospital as if she was walking into another world.

The wind became stronger and colder. She hugged herself, trying to protect herself from the cold. She

had no intention to go back, just kept on walking further away, not knowing where she would end up.

After a while, it started to rain. Although it was a very slight rain, it was enough to get wet. All

pedestrians began to find shelter either with an umbrella or by leaving, and soon the bridge was empty,

except for Sarah, who was standing on the rail and looking into the river underneath the bridge.

Boats were coming and going on the river, with tourists enjoying the beautiful scenery from the water.

Some young people dressed in sportswear who were not scared off by the rain kept surfing on the

water with vigorous strides. Everyone had their own, seemingly normal life, except for her, who felt like

she had no expectation left in life.

Christina's purpose was apparent. She wanted to get rid of her by any means. After what had

happened at the hospital today, Sarah could not go back—thinking about what had happened and how

Charles had behaved made her very sad. He had pushed her so hard against the wall in front of Emma

and Christina, humiliating her and treating her like an outsider. Didn't he feel at least a little sorry for

her? Why had he treated her so tender before? They had only been married for a few months, why had

he changed so dramatically?

Sarah recalled what Lee had told her a while back. Lee said to her that Charles was a playboy who had

been with many women and that he quickly got tired of them. She had also said to her that Sarah was

not the right woman for him. Was Charles already tired of her after such a short time?

Although she had made the decision to leave, once outside, she had started to feel very sad. She

always felt as if something was missing, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't catch it. She felt

like she was drowning in water, and no one was there to save her.

Sarah wondered if she would be free if she left Charles. Would she ever be able to live freely? After all,

she has gone through so many things over the years, had broken up with boyfriends, and it all had

somehow passed. This time, she felt that it was different. Would she be able to retreat herself?

She recalled her entire history with Charles. In the beginning, everything was so lovely. Compared with

today, everything had changed. Charles was still Charles, but his heart toward her had broken. Despite

knowing this, she was so silly that she couldn't stop loving him. Remembering how Charles had thrown

her against the wall, Sarah felt her heart bleeding in sadness. It was still raining; she looked at the river

with tears rolling over her face.

She wasn't one who cried easily, but she couldn’t control herself at this time. Overwhelmed by sadness

and drenched in tears, she tried to think of how she could forgive Charles if he came after her. Deep in

her heart, she was desperately hoping that he would go after her, just like he had always done after

every fight they had ever had. Almost every time, he had been the one who had approached her

afterward, but this time, no matter how long she waited, he didn't show up.

Desperate to talk to someone, she called Carrie to ask her for advice, but Carrie didn't answer her

phone. Sarah slowly put down the phone, feeling more isolated from the world than ever. Deep in her

heart, she was still hoping that Charles would come after her and apologize, then she… maybe she NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

would forgive him one more time because she still loved him.