Purchased A Mr. Right
Chapter 1003

It was early summer. A black Cayenne was parked in the yard.

Emily and Simon returned from work. As they got out of the car, they saw several paper planes flying down from the second-floor window one after another. It seemed that these delicately-made planes were from the study.

Simon frowned. He knew that it must be their naughty son who did it!

He clenched his fists a little but soon relaxed his grip - he had already gotten used to it. When he started seeing patients this morning, he took out two earthworms from his white coat. This time, after a few steps, he suddenly stopped because the paper planes seemed a little familiar to him, especially the English words on the wings. They were words on the medical book that he had cherished for many years! "Ethan, come over here!"

As Simon pushed open the study's door, he shouted in a rage, his lips twitching.

The study was in a state of disorder, and he could barely replace a place to stand. All the books on the bookshelf that he could reach were pushed down to the ground. Now, Andrew was sitting on the top of the pile of messy books and was tearing off one page from the book in his hand to make a new paper plane.

Emily hurriedly tried to calm Simon down. "Honey, don't be like this. Little boys are all very naughty!"

The little fellow was scared when he saw her father coming back. He immediately threw the book away and stood up.

Simon kept a straight face and remained speechless. Seeing this, the little fellow rolled his peach blossom eyes, which looked the same as his father's, and said, "Papa, if you want to bully me, I'll call grandpa! "You go and tell him! It's you who have done something wrong, and you still think that you're reasonable?" Simon threatened him.

However, the little fellow looked up and said in a clear and loud voice, "I'll tell him the bad thing you did! You shut mom in the bathroom yesterday. I knocked on the door, but you ignored me. I heard my mom crying all the time..."

His words silenced Emily and Simon.

Son, you won!

It took Simon more than an hour to tidy the study up. Then, he sat in front of the desk to rest and caught a glimpse of the fishbowl beside.

It had been more than three years after he took the fish back. He had taken good care of them.

It was said that the fish could only remember things that happened in seven seconds, but they could recognize their owner. As long as Simon stood beside the fishbowl and stretched out his hands, they would get close to him. After Simon got some fish food and sprinkled it into the bowl, these goldfish would begin to eat, their beautiful tails swinging.

Besides the pair of large goldfish, there were several newborn fish babies. Also, the small fishbowl had been changed into a large one.

Simon looked at these golden fish swimming happily inside, but somehow, he felt a little depressed.

The fish could have these little cute things; how did they give birth to a small naughty beast?!

Emily's laughter came from the side. Simon frowned and looked at her. "Honey, what are you looking at?"

Emily was looking at her phone. Hearing his words, she waved at him and gestured, "Calvin's wife has just uploaded an interesting short video of her daughter on her Facebook - their daughter was reciting a classical poem!"

Simon leaned over and saw a cute little girl in the video.

She wore a big bowknot on her head, and her big eyes sparkled as she was reciting the poem. When she could not remember the next sentence, she would tilt her head to think about it. She was so cute! The whole time, she stood by the wall obediently.

Simon looked a bit gloomy.

Charlie's second child was a daughter. Now he had a son and a daughter. Besides him, his second brother had two daughters! Every time he brought them out for dinner, the girls would sit there obediently. They would give him a sweet smile if he handed them candy.

The daughters were so sweet...

When Emily saw that he frowned, she said with concern, "Dear, are you too tired after the operations today? Let Miranda make the dinner for us. I'll go downstairs and tell her that!

Simon sighed in silence as he watched her leave.

He was not tired!

He was simply jealous!

Now even that scheming man, Calvin, had a sweet daughter!

Outside the window, there was a glorious sunset.

The French window was half-open, and the wind blew in lifted the white gauze curtains and brought the delicate fragrance of peach blossoms in the courtyard.

In the summer of the year that she was pregnant, she found gardeners to plant two peach trees in the yard. Though they bore not many peaches every year, they looked fantastic when in full bloom Miranda, in an apron, came out of the kitchen and said with a smile, "Madam, it's time to eat!"

Emily was sitting at the dining table to feed her son. Hearing that, she nodded and said, "Okay!". Then she put down the spoon and patted her son, who was eating next to her. "Ethan, be a good boy and eat this up. Don't secretly hide the vegetable in the rice!"

"OK!" The little guy replied casually. It was obvious that he did not take her words seriously.

Emily glanced at him, and sure enough, he was happily eating the beef cubes only.

She could not help frowning, feeling worried about her son, a picky eater. Then a trace of cunning flashed in her eyes. At this time, she could only take out her trump card. She smiled and said, "Well, I heard from your aunt that Leilani likes eating the

cabbages the most."

As soon as her voice fell, the little fellow immediately muttered with a childish tone. "I love it too!"

He immediately dug out the two pieces of cabbage under the rice and stuffed them into his mouth to prove himself.

Emily smiled and felt relieved. Then, she got up and went upstairs.

In the study, Simon was still sitting in front of the desk and maintained his previous posture when she left - he held his chin with one hand and knocked on the table with the other hand. Her peach blossom eyes were still fixed on the fishbowl.

"Darling, time to eat!"

Emily stood at the door and shouted.

However, he stayed moved as if he did not hear her. So, she walked up to him.

She looked closely at the fishbowl but did not replace anything special about it. However, Simon looked at it so attentively. Feeling curious about it, Emily raised her hand and waved it in front of his eyes. She even stretched out her hand to pull his big hand and said, "Dear, what's wrong... Ah!"

With a low cry, she was pulled into his solid chest.

Then, there was his passionate kiss.

When he let go of Emily, she felt that her body went limps. Therefore, she could only put her hands around his neck to support herself, her mouth at his Adam's apple, puffing hard. Her cheeks became burning hot because of his affectionate kiss just now.

Embarrassed, she gave him a gentle punch.

When she was about to get up, she found that he was not done at all. He directly picked her up and put her on the desk behind him. Then he swept everything except the fishbowl on the desk to the ground. Emily swallowed hard and said, "Hey, what are you doing?"

Simon slightly raised his eyebrows, looking at her more attentively with his peach blossom eyes. Although he did not answer her, he had responded to her with practical actions: in a blink of an eye, he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his bronze skin.

"Are you crazy?" Realizing what he was trying to do, Emily shouted in a low voice, "It's not dark yet, and the door is not closed..."

Miranda and their son were still in the house. Miranda was not a big deal, but it was not appropriate for their son to see this.

As soon as she finished her words, he picked her up with both hands and closed the door heavily. Then he raised his hand again - the electric curtain slowly closed, and the light in the room suddenly became dim.

He threw away the remote in his hand and pounced on her like a wolf. "I want a daughter!"

The end.