Mr. Right, Spoil Me

Chapter 47 Rip Her Dress

On Friday night, the banquet was about to start. Sarah picked a lilac tunic dress casually. She was fair-

skinned. It said that people depend on clothing. When it comes to her, clothing must also depend on

people.

Sarah chose a cheap dress. But it actually looked like a famous brand as she wore it.

Because of the rush of time, she had no time to comb her hair. She just wore her hair down. She

looked gorgeous with her long black hair flowing with the wind.

"Ouch—"

As she went down the stairs and turned a corner, she bumped into a broad chest. The two were so

close that they could feel the breath of each other.

The person she bumped into smelled fresh and delicate.

It was Andrew who had just returned home.

The man was tall and lean, blocking her way at the stairs.

Even Andrew didn't know that he would just happen to meet her.

He frowned and took a few steps away. Suddenly, he felt surprised while looking at her.

The woman was wrinkling up her nose. She just hit her nose, so she was rubbing it.

She was a little sluggish but cute.

Like an aggrieved child, her eyes were so bright.

The lilac dress matched her skin tone perfectly. The design of this dress was also exquisite. Although it

was cheap, it was indeed one of the good ones. The neckline was tube top, showing her sexy NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

collarbone and slender neck. Being 21, her skin was tender and delicate.

Andrew's eyes narrowed, and he reached out and touched Sarah's nose. "It hurts?"

Sarah didn't expect him to do this, but she didn't refuse, because it really hurt.

The most important part of a person's facial features was the nose. If one had a snub nose, he or she

wouldn't look too bad.

Sarah's nose was snub and exquisite, and the bridge was not high or low, which was perfect for strong

features.

Andrew gently kneaded her nose for her. He didn't expect that he came back to help her do this.

"Where are you going in a hurry? You should look before you walk."

Sarah looked up, her fingers suddenly tightened. She realized that she was wearing a formal dress,

what if Andrew…

At the same time, she also saw that Andrew was wearing a formal suit, which was different from the

usual one. It seemed to be grander tonight.

"What about you? Where are you going?" She deliberately asked back.

Andrew paused and seemed to hesitate about what he was going to say. He then put down his hand,

"Sarah, it's none of your business."

"Then you don't need to know where I'm going either. I said long ago if you wanted to fool around, then

I wouldn't just sit back. I'm going to have fun too. Let's just treat each other equally.

As Andrew heard that, his face fell immediately.

He suddenly pinched her nose fiercely as if venting his anger, "Don't you dare. If I catch you cheating, I

will definitely make you regret it."

This man just showed his machismo!

Sarah wanted to refute, but she watched that time was running out. So she didn't continue.

"I'm going out tonight, don't tell Grandpa. Andrew, you are dressed like this. You're also hiding from me,

right? Let's just pretend that nothing happened, ok?"

Andrew's face stopped immediately, and something choked her throat, watching her leave.

He watched her leave. She carried her clothes and looked anxious and immediately ran down the

stairs. She was in such a hurry as if she were to meet someone more important.

Andrew frowned. This was the first time that this woman didn't even take one more look at him. She

used to love pestering him.

What would he bother? He thought. He came back home and wanted to get something, and he didn't

want to see this woman at all!

...

Half an hour later, "What took you so long? I thought you just went to get the cufflinks. The banquet is

about to begin."

In the car, the woman's soft and gentle voice sound a bit anxious. But she still looked calm and

educated.

She was wearing a sapphire off-shoulder gown. A diamond necklace was hung on her chest. She

looked noble and elegant.

"Just met someone who pissed me off."

Andrew recalled how he had just seen Sarah in the house. When she left, there was no hesitation on

her face. The more he thought about it, the angrier he felt.

He then looked at his suit and asked the woman beside him, "Is this suit not good?"

The woman's eyes showed something strange and disappeared very quickly. She said, "You're so

gorgeous. You look good in everything you wear."

He thought, "Then why did Sarah act like she didn't see my suit at all?"

"What's wrong? Someone said this was not good?" I picked it specially for you in person and it fits your

image tonight." The woman came close to him and reached out to adjust his tie. Her fingertips seemed

to touch his handsome face unintentionally.

"It's okay, let's go."

...

"I can go by myself. You don't need to wait for me."

On the road, Sarah received a call from Bruce. He insisted that she should go with him.

She didn't want to do that, let alone two people staying in a car at the same time. The air was thin and

space was limited. It was bound to lead to some irrational behavior.

But Bruce on the other end of the phone seemed impatient and urged her. "There is only half an hour

left. I don't want to waste time."

Sarah couldn't retort.

When Sarah rushed to the spot he asked her to wait, a white business vehicle stopped in front of her.

She took a few steps back and saw a man get off the car.

Bruce was wearing a white suit, and his hair was well-combed. He looked like Prince Charming with his

delicate facial features, nearly blue eyes, and cool face.

For a moment, Sarah felt that she had returned to her eighteenth birthday. That night, everything

seemed to be the same. He held the rose and handed it to her.

However, the past was the past. The lost was lost.

Bruce was holding a delicate black box in his hand, walking towards her. His eyes were so bright. He

was smiling as he walked to her.

He opened the box. It was an extremely beautiful dress, which was completely different from the one

she wore. It was an elegant, sapphire long gown.

"Put it on. I specially selected for you."

Bruce rubbed her head. His eyes shining with excitement. Buying clothes for her was probably the

happiest thing for him.

"No, I don't want it. I've already worn my dress. Why should I wear yours?"

Sarah didn't take it over, clenching her fists tightly and biting her lip.

She never thought he would do this.

Bruce seemed to anticipate that she would not agree to put it on. He smiled and reached out, seeming

unintentionally to stroke the cheap dress on Sarah's body. He said in a low voice, "Put on my dress

immediately, as for this one..."

The box was stuffed into Sarah's arms. Unexpectedly, the sound of ripping was heard.

"Bruce Randall, are you crazy?"

Sarah couldn't believe what she saw. Her dress was ripped piece by piece by Bruce.