A Contract Marriage With My Boss

Chapter 88: COME, REST IN MY ARMS

After she settled on the sofa and the TV was on, Charles went into the kitchen to make some food. She

didn’t expect that Charles knew how to cook, but apparently, he had learned a lot over the past week

when she had been gone. The noodles he prepared weren’t bad, or was she just so hungry that she

didn’t notice?

Sarah ate silently. Noticing that she served herself seconds, Charles smiled. He looked at her and said

in a soft tone. “You were really hungry. How does it taste?”

Thinking about how he had cooked for her and was serving her in every way, Sarah couldn’t stay silent

anymore. “Not too bad. You cook better than a ten-year-old.” She said ambiguously.

Charles nearly laughed out loud. “You’re so cruel. I spent a long time learning. Can’t you praise me

once?”

Sarah leaned against the sofa lazily without saying a word.

Charles suddenly grasped her hands tightly and said, “Sarah, now that you ate, I ask you with all

sincerity, forgive me, please?”

Sarah’s eyelids flickered. Perhaps she didn’t have a good rest last night, or she was too exhausted

from this morning and hadn’t recovered her strength yet. Feeling dizzy, she looked at him before she

closed her eyes to take a nap.

Charles thought that she was still hesitating to forgive him, and hurriedly sat down beside her. He held

her shoulder and spoke with a pleading voice. “Is there anything else that you are still not satisfied

with? What should I do for you to forgive me?”

“I’m tired!” Was all Sarah managed to say?

“Tired? Come rest in my arms.” Charles heaved a sigh and pulled her into his arms.

Sarah also sighed. Both her body and heart were tired. There were times when she really hated

Charles because he was so indifferent and ruthless. He hurt her easily as if he was stabbing her with a

knife in her chest. But when he was gentle, like now, how can she refuse him?

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It was Monday, the streets were almost empty since most people were working. Sarah was wandering

aimlessly around the streets. Taking subways, getting off on random stops, she entered a shopping

mall and walked around looking at some clothes. Since a new season had just started and now many

new styles had come in, there were big sales everywhere with out of season clothes.

Looking around, the helpful shop assistant tried to engage her in asking what she was looking for and if

she could help Sarah find something specific, but Sarah was not in the mood to buy anything.

She wasn't in a happy mood and didn’t intend to buy clothes. She had just gone out to relax. After she

left a shop, she heard the assistants talk behind her back. "She dresses in designer clothes and carries

an LV bag in her hand, but just walks around without buying anything, so stingy.”

“Maybe she has no money, or maybe her bag is a fake one.” Another disappointed assistant said.

Sarah heard them burst into laughing, expressing their displeasure that after trying hard to sell her

something, she still had walked out without anything.

Sarah’s bag was, in fact, a real LV bag that Charles had bought her on one occasion. She seldom went

shopping and wasn't used to the fact that she didn't have to care about the money she spent.

Although she married Charles and lived a wealthy lifestyle, she still hadn't gotten used to the

extravagant lifestyle. She was used to living a simple life and to give everything to her sister. Now she

didn’t need to worry about money anymore, but she didn’t know how to spend money.

She could order everything she needed through their house help. Every time something was required,

with just one call, it was delivered to her house. She didn’t need to go from shop to shop comparing

prices anymore and started to feel bored.

Sarah just couldn’t get used to this kind of luxurious life. Many people said that it only takes one to two

months to change a lifestyle habit, but she had been married for over two months now and still hadn't

changed. Perhaps it was because she didn't have a sense of security in Charles’s family. Christina

didn’t like her and did everything in her power to get rid of here, and Emma, who had turned out to be

double-faced, was also doing her best to create troubles for her at every chance she got.

She had always argued with Charles over their course of the marriage and was so tired of this way of

life. The only reason why she hadn't given up yet was that Mr. Thomas treated her so well, as his own

daughter. She would feel so sorry for him if she and Charles got divorced.

Thinking about everything that was going on in her life, Sarah went back to her own house where she

had lived before. Since she had gotten married, she had rented her home out to others. Her sister was

living at a boarding school, and when she came back, she wouldn’t want to live there alone and would

come to live with them in their spare guest room.

A few days ago, her latest tenant had moved out, so she decided to clean the place and get it ready for

new tenants.

Opening the door, Sarah found her house was a mess. Every time when tenants moved out, they threw

rubbish everywhere and didn't clean the place. Sarah had been in Los Angeles when the last tenants

had left and hadn't had time yet to check whether everything was still there.

Sarah picked up the broom and started to clean up. It took almost the entire morning to finish the

cleaning. After checking if all her things were still there, she only found one small thing from one of her

ex-boyfriend had disappeared. She didn’t care about it since she had already put all those items in a

corner for storage.

Getting tired, she lay down on the sofa to have a rest. She had never thought about going back to her

house before. Sometimes she missed living alone. She had been so used to being alone that after

getting married, she missed the quietness. In the beginning, she had been happy to finally not feeling

so lonely, but gradually, she had gotten tired of always being surrounded by someone.