Purchased A Mr. Right
Chapter 1917

Abby supported Old Madam Amery with her hand on the other side of the road.

She had gone abroad to pursue Wilson and left the Amery family for four months. After she returned home, she spent every day with Old Madam Amery, trying to show her filial piety to her. After all, she could only rely on her.

Old Madam Amery liked opera, so she went to the opera with her today, but she didn't expect to see Tian and Wilson across the street.

Tina lowered her head, and her eyelashes slightly fluttered under the sunlight.

Wilson held her hand and looked at her tenderly.

That night, the moonlight was dim, so Abby wasn't sure if it was Wilson's car. But now, in broad daylight, she could see his car clearly. She saw them get in the car together.

She was shocked.

She thought Tina had ruined her career and replaced her to become the best fashion designer.

Moreover, not only did Tina get Wilson's love, but she also had a loving family.

Abby was jealous, and she hated Tina so much that she could not bear to see her so happy.

Wilson and Tina broke up because of her sabotage, and the Amery family forced Tina to marry Amin, which was also one of her plans. Although it turned out slightly differently than she wanted, she was still happy as long as Tina and Wilson couldn't get back together.

She stared gloomily at the two people across the street, wondering when they had been back together.

Old Madam Amery noticed the change in her expression and looked in the direction of her gaze. However, the car had already moved on. She was old and had poor eyesight, so she asked in confusion, "Abby, what are you looking at?"

"Nothing." Abby snapped back to reality and restrained her emotions. She smiled and said, "The opera is about to begin. Let's go in quickly."

Old Madam Amery nodded.

It was sunny.

Many people were busy in the office, and the atmosphere in the conference room was serious.

The curtains were drawn. The staff, sitting around the conference table, attentively listened to the manager's report and looked at the screen. However, Amin's mind was wandering.

He was distracted in such an important meeting.

When the manager finished his report, the room fell silent. The secretary standing behind Amin coughed to remind him. "Ahem..."

Only then did Amin bring back his thoughts. He said, "Let's call it a day. Dismiss."

After the meeting, he walked back to his office with his secretary.

This wasn't the first time. He was often in a trance these days.

Since his girlfriend died, he had spent most of his time at work. He worked numbly and mechanically and never felt tired. He had never been in a daze at a meeting before. The secretary worked for him for many years, and he noticed some changes.

After Amin got married, his sorrow faded away and seemed happier.

The secretary asked with concern, "Mr. Stark, is anything troubling you?"

After a moment of silence, Amin said, "Yes."

The sky was dark, and the crescent moon was surrounded by stars.

It was 11 o'clock in the evening.

Tina went to her studio after work and came home late.

After taking a bath, she didn't blow-dry her hair but simply wiped it with a towel.

She was thirsty, so she went downstairs to drink water.

Isla and the maid fell asleep, and the first floor was quiet.

When she passed by the living room, she found a faint light. Thanks to the dim light, she vaguely saw a person sitting on the sofa and a cigarette burning in his hand.

She stopped and asked uncertainly, "Amin?"

Amin looked up and answered in a hoarse voice, "Yes. You haven't slept?"

At the same time, he put out his cigarette.

He was a gentleman. Although he smoked, he never smoked in front of Isla or inside the house. When he wanted to smoke, he always went to the balcony. Just now, he thought that she and Isla were asleep. Tina raised her glass and smiled as she walked over. "Did you drink a lot?"

As she approached, she smelled smoke and alcohol on him and saw his drunken eyes.

He nodded and said drunkenly, "Yeah, I had a business dinner tonight."

He seemed drunk.

She was a little surprised. She recalled the last time he drank with Desmond. Desmond had been blasted, while he had just been a bit tipsy. But tonight, he couldn't even sit still on the sofa, so he must have drunk a lot.

Besides, he looked very tired.

Like Wilson, he had a lot of work and social activities every day.

Thinking of Wilson, she felt soft in her heart.

Seeing Amin sitting motionlessly on the sofa, she assumed that he must be too drunk to go upstairs, so she came forward and asked, "Do you want me to help you go upstairs?"

Being seen through by her, he nodded with an embarrassed smile. "Okay, thank you."

She helped him up.

With the help of her arms, he stood up. Only a floor lamp was on in the living room, and the light was dim. She accidentally stepped on his slipper and tripped him up. She said anxiously, "Be careful!"

She reached out to help him, but she had too little strength, so she fell onto the sofa instead.

Meanwhile, he fell on top of her.

It all happened so suddenly. She felt embarrassed and tried to sit up, but he did not move.

She frowned. "Amin..."

He stared at her silently.

In the dim light, her eyes sparkled like stars.

He was a little distracted.

This was the first time they had been so close that they could even hear each other breathing.

Her scent lingered around his nose. He swallowed subconsciously, feeling that something in his heart was about to erupt.

As he leaned toward her, she was startled.

She could sense the unusual heat in his eyes.

When his kiss fell, she quickly tilted her head to avoid it, but his lips still touched her neck.

Stimulated by her soft skin, he reached down to her slender waist.

Her eyes widened in a panic. She tried her best to push him away and shouted, "No, Amin! You're drunk!"

He stopped.

When he saw her flustered expression, he came to his sense and sat up, trying to calm down.

He said apologetically, "I'm sorry. I'm drunk. I thought you were her."