Novel & Cerita Sarah Reading

The urge to know more about her spurs me forward as I spin and face the rest of her room. Bare beige walls and a bookshelf that is full of books staring back at me. Most of the books look brand new and have never been touched except for three. As I move closer to the shelf, fingering along the three well-loved books with fraying spines, I realize Sarah was a romantic. Each book describes a girl whose life altered drastically and who was saved by a handsome prince or man of status. All stories are morbidly opposite to the life she is living with a mate who couldn’t save her from her living nightmares.

Now that she thinks of the past, she only feels that it is too far away, so far away that it is almost illusory. Just thinking about it, a handsome face suddenly enlarged in front of her. Rachel West was startled and subconsciously backed away, but she didn't want David Kim to suddenly wrap her arms around her waist, but he said solemnly, "Don't move, you got something in your eyes." James Smith's entire face is black. From time to time, the voices of the discussions next to him crept into his ears. "Hey, that ugly woman is Linda Park's assistant, tsk tsk, what a good way to seduce people."

She had her own group of she-wolf friends. But unlike Ava, Sarah and her friends were more nerdy. They weren’t popular and they kept to themselves. I had noticed that Sarah was a huge reader like me. She always had a book or two in her hands. But I never would have guessed that she was one of my readers. One of Ophelia’s readers.

The café was quiet that afternoon, with only a few customers inside. Sarah sat at one of the empty tables. After ordering a drink and a snack, she pulled out her laptop and began responding to emails one by one. She also checked the daily reports from Carrie that had been sent to her. Despite her large belly, Sarah still looked beautiful and radiant, attracting the attention of the men around her, including a man sitting a few meters in front of her. Ever since Sarah entered the café, the handsome man in a blue shirt had been watching her from afar.

I didn’t flinch. Sarah leaned forward, elbows on the small table between us. She was maybe twenty-eight, with sharp cheekbones, dark hair pulled into a low ponytail, and always wore red lipstick that looked like fresh blood. People said she’d climbed from reception to marketing in eighteen months because she noticed everything and feared nothing. “I’m not here to snitch,” she said quietly. “But I’m also not blind. You’ve got fingerprints on your neck, faint, but there. And the way you flinch every time the executive elevator dings? That’s not normal intern anxiety.”

Stefan didn't find her even in the lounge, an adjacent room, and also not also on the terrace where she usually goes to freshen her mind. 'Ahh, she many times sits on the single-seater hanging swing and reads books, she likes to read books the most whenever she is alone or wants some distraction.' 'Yes, some distraction, books.' A thought strike in Stefan's mind, and he ran to the small room adjacent to his study, which is actually like a small library formed by Sarah. Although she only picks the book from there and mostly sits in the open air and reads, still this is the place he should check.

When I opened the front door, I saw Sarah sitting in the living room reading a book. "Hi Sarah." I said as I closed the front door behind me. Sarah looked up from the book she was reading. "Hi sweetie." Her eyebrows then furrowed as her eyes focused on me. "You look tired." "I'm fine. I'm just a little out of breath because I walked." I explained. "Why? Where's Tyler?" She asked confused.

"Send her up. No security inside the library. Her detail waits in the foyer with ours." A minute later Sarah Chen steps through the library doors, and the first thing I notice is that she does not look like a filmmaker out for a scoop. She looks like a woman who has just watched a car crash she could not stop. Her leather jacket is smudged with road dust, her dark hair pulled back in a messy braid, and she is clutching a tablet so tight her knuckles are white. She does not waste time on pleasantries, does not apologize for showing up unannounced. She just slides the tablet across the oak table between us and hits play. "Recognize this?"

It felt like fuel. The door opened softly, and Sarah walked in. She wasn't wearing her blazer anymore; she looked relaxed, a triumphant glint in her eyes that I hadn't seen since we were building our empire in the rainy streets of London. She was holding a tablet in one hand and two cups of real, high-end coffee in the other.

It was all worth it, seeing her smile again. “Thank you, darling. Now, no more sulking okay?” Sarah nodded, and Cara pulled away, reaching for the remote. “Come on. Let’s watch something trashy. We need bad reality TV and chocolate. That seems to be my craving these days. I can never get enough.” Sarah chuckled. “We could have Mrs Langford bring us some.” Cara squealed excitedly, nodding several times, her eyes sparkling like a child at a candy store. But the moment she turned on the TV, the room was filled not with laughter, but with a sharp, dramatic news voice.