Purchased A Mr. Right
Chapter 1370

Emerson's throat was dry at the time.

His hands, which were hanging beside his legs, were slightly clenched so that he could control the anger at the bottom of his heart.

Since he brought Bunny back to the villa, she had made a lot of trouble. She had figured out how to coax him. Half of her face was rubbing on his neck, and she shouted, "Emerson, my face hurt!" There was a trace of worry in Emerson's tight face. "Where?"

Bunny's voice was tender, "Here, here, and here!"

When Emerson went to the police station, she was squatting in the middle of the crowd, with red wigs and heavy makeup on her face. At this moment, he was close enough to see slight bruises on her forehead and cheekbones.

Although he also felt pain in his heart, he was still very angry with her making trouble. "You know it would hurt, but you still fought!"

However, out of the corner of his eye, he ordered servants to fetch the medicine box.

Bunny widened her eyes and scolded loudly, "That smelly hooligan got his hands on me. He dared to

touch my chest!"

Emerson's eyes suddenly sank.

Seeing her holding her red hair high and shouting, he gritted his teeth, "Who let you go to that kind of place!"

Bunny was reluctant to show weakness and retorted, "Who let you secretly go and left me out!"

"I was talking business!" Emerson had a headache. He raised his hand and pressed the space between his eyebrows as if there was no other way, "You are not allowed to go in the future!" "Fine, fine, I'll try!" Bunny shrugged like a rebellious child.

Emerson suppressed the anger in his heart, looked at her innocent and tender face, and patiently told her, "Not try, but not allowed! Bar, nightclub, pub, and all the entertainment venues. You are not allowed to go anymore! And, what are you dressing!"

Bunny was proud, "I'm Black Widow!"

Emerson resisted the impulse to scold and raised his hand to take off the eye-piercing red hair from her head.

Bunny's hair was messy, and she had no image at all. She just casually raised her hand to tidy it. At this time, she was like a free child.

She pouted with half anger and half blame, "Not allowed to go here and not allowed to go there. Why do I feel like a little pet you raised!"

Emerson was amused, "How can a pet be so disobedient?"

Hearing that, Bunny puffed out her cheeks.

Then cunningness appeared in her lively eyes, and her soft red lips got close to his ear. She giggled innocently and charmingly, "Who has a pet that could..."

The last two words were so soft and luscious.

The fire in Emerson's heart was completely lit.

He jumped up, raised her up and threw her on the sofa, then his tall body covered—

At the door, the servant who was about to come in with the medicine box was so scared that he hurriedly put the box at the door and turned around and ran away.

The room was full of romance.

In the early morning, the temperature gradually dropped.

The shirt was thrown to the ground by her. Emerson, who was naked, gently carried her upstairs to the bedroom.

He removed her makeup with a hot towel, revealing her beautiful face.

She was young and immature. Her white skin was slightly pink and her lips were vermilion. Her eyes were closed at this moment. But her pupils must be clear and bright without any taint of mortal life if opened Emerson applied medicine to the wound on her face.

The medicine dipped in the cotton swab was somewhat stinging when it touched the wound. Bunny moaned as she felt the pain, but it seemed that she was exhausted by him that she did not wake. Poor girl!

Emerson scratched her nose.

He remembered his conversation with the Deputy Director. Indeed she was found by him.

More than a month ago, on the death anniversary of Old Master Chiang, Emerson went to pay respect at his grave after working till evening. It was raining heavily that day, so the car moved slowly. After he finished paying respect, it was already dark.

When he got out of the cemetery with umbrella, a girl somewhat appeared in the car.

She was all wet, dripping drops of water. She stared at him with her eyes blinking, "Hemm, I ran out from the countryside. My parents sold me. I had no choice but to run away! I'm homeless and penniless now You are the potent man in novels, aren't you? Take me home and take care of me, will you?"

Emerson felt funny at that time.

Women kept coming to him. They all tried their best to think of ways to win his favor. Most of them were settled in the hotel. She was the first one asking to his home at their first meeting.

Emerson asked languidly, "Why would I raise you?"

The girl tilted her head and said shamelessly, "I can be your lover!"

She had been holding her shoulders as she spoke. Maybe it was because she was cold, she was shivering. Although she had her arms crossed in front of her chest, she couldn't stop emitting charm, especially her two slender white calves that were exposed outside.

Emerson was a little lost.

There was once a girl who tore off the hem of her skirt in front of him and bandaged his wounds. She also had two slender calves swaying back and forth in front of him, making him unable to settle down. Emerson had never been a gentleman. There was no reason to refuse.

He hid girls in his house before.

But it was the first time for him to hide such a young girl in his house.

Emerson, who had changed into a suit, came down from the stairs. The sun was shining outside the window and it would be ten o'clock in the morning.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Maid Cadwell, the servants in the kitchen, had already placed breakfast neatly on the table.

Emerson pulled out his chair and made a phone call first instead of immediately enjoying his meal.

The secretary answered respectfully.

His eyes shone with fierce light and he ordered coldly, "Investigate those people locked up in the police station yesterday and see who touched her chest. Break his arm!"

As soon as he hung up, he heard the rhythmic footsteps upstairs.

Emerson looked up and saw a petite figure running down as expected.

When she just got up, her hair was still messy and she looked like a small squirrel, and she was wearing his large silk shirt. The hem of the shirt just covered her hips so that they wouldn't be exposed. But her straight calves were exposed.

She only buttoned the central two buttons and her collar were half-loose.

There were red marks all over her beautiful sphenoid.

Emerson's eyes darkened, and he shouted, "Put on your clothes!"

Bunny sat on the chair, leaning against the back with two legs swinging in the air. She looked at Maid Cadwell, who had already gone to prune plants in the yard, and asked him delicately, "Why?" Emerson's throat moved.

Because he was afraid that he couldn't help it.

Making love the whole night made him got up late and he had already been absent from two meetings. If he continued to be ridiculous, the contract worthy of two hundred million dollars to be signed in the afternoon would be lost!

She was no little white rabbit. She was a siren!