Purchased A Mr. Right
Chapter 782

After that, she trotted away as if she saw scared by a huge monster.

As soon as she ran around the bed, Simon sat up with his arms crossed over his chest and said evenly, "Don't forget your slippers!"

Emily: "..."

She had to stop and turn back to pick up the slippers on the carpet.

Not daring to look at him again, she didn't even put them on but quickly ran out of the study with them in her hands. He could tell how flurried she was from the dull thud when she closed her bedroom door. After a long time, Simon looked away. A flicker of a smile crossed his face and he sighed. "What a pity!"

If she didn't run so fast, she would have been on her bed by now.

He glanced at his rumpled shirt and trousers on the chair in front of the window. His eyes narrowed into two small pinpricks, shone with mischief.

After the narrow squeak last night, it was already half-past nine by the time Emily woke up.

She yawned as came out of the bedroom. In front of the dining table, Simon, who had prepared a slap-up and nutritious breakfast, gazed at her, arching an eyebrow. "Good morning, Emily!"

Recalling what happened last night, a look of embarrassment appeared on Emily's face. She said in a low, slow voice, "Morning..."

Simon seemed to be off work. After breakfast, he had been staying at home. She could see his tall and straight figure walking around everywhere. The only thing that Emily could do was to force herself not to involuntarily gaze at him.

At this moment, he stopped walking.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him sit on the sofa nearby, holding the two books in his hands, one of which he had marked his place by bending the corner of a page over. She didn't know when he had read one-third of it...

She tried hard to turn her attention on the television, but she still couldn't help but peep at him.

Seeing that he read with a seriousness that would only appear when he worked in the hospital with a doctor's gown. After a while, he stopped, shifting the book to his left hand and put his right hand down into the trouser pocket.

Emily knew that he wanted to smoke.

Sure enough, what he took out from his pocket were a cigarette case and a lighter.

He picked up a cigarette with two of his slender fingers. However, he seemed to have thought of something and then threw them on the table.

Emily cast her eyes down silently.

He did so for the sake of the child.

She subconsciously clenched her fists on her knees and gazed at her belly, her lower lip trembled.

"Emily, penny for your thoughts!"

Suddenly, his deep voice rang in her ears, giving her a fright.

At some point, Simon had closed the book and sat next to her. His amorous eyes were fixed on her face.

Emily was stunned. "What?"

Simon raised his chin slightly and asked again, "Which do you prefer, apple or cherry?"

"Apple, I suppose..." Emily replied casually.

Simon took out the washed apple from the plate, and then handed it to her.

When Emily reached out to take it, he did not immediately loosen his grip. Instead, he held it tightly and said in a deep voice, "Emily, you'd better stay with me! Get real."

He certainly knew knew whether she was sleepwalking or not last night.

Simon knew clearly why did she come to his room at midnight? Was she so reluctant to stay in Ice city? Maybe she was eager to make it up with her ex-boyfriend Boyd despite her pregnancy. He was in the grip of a blind, unfocused anger.

Simon's Adam's apple slowly moved as he secretly contained his destructive feelings. Perhaps it was because recently the nicotine level in his body was too low. Since knowing that she was pregnant, he almost didn't touch a cigarette.

Last night, when he went to nearby streets from the hospital, he needed to wait for the freshly-made snacks.

He stood in the noisy, narrow street. Smoke hung in the air above the city. Seeing a man smoking on the stall, he almost forgot that he decided to quit. He took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth to light it. After he took a long pull on it, he quickly pinched it. After that, he fought with the urge to smoke one of the cigarettes.

Now, he did have the urge to smoke again.

His own child lived with another man, not to mention that the man was not a stranger to him. The man was Emily ex-boyfriend. When he thought that his child was likely to call another man father, he felt his blood flowing to the top of his head.

How could this be possible? Simon definitely wouldn't allow her to do that!

Just like last night, he narrowed his eyes, stony and dangerous. "Even if you replace your passport and ID card, no matter which country you go to, the result will still be the same. I'll replace you and our child!" Emily fell silent.

She clenched her fists tightly, but soon she slowly chilled.

Because he was right. She was free before he knew that she was pregnant, but now she could no longer escape...

In the afternoon, Emily came out of the bedroom with her cell phone. She had slept for a while, so her face was red.

In the past few days since she was caught from the airport, basically, she kept the rotation of eating and sleeping. She felt that she was like Garfield that was well-protected by her master...

She came out and turned to the right, walking into the kitchen.

Simon stood in front of the marble platform.

She looked at Simon, who was busy squeezing juice with a book in his hand in the dining room, and said firmly, "I'm going out!" "Where are you going?" Simon looked up to her.

"Rest assured! Didn't you say that I can't escape? I just go out to see Tina!" Emily said grumpily and showed him a convincing proof -the call record on the screen of her mobile phone. Then, she asked, "Can I go out now?"

"Sure!" Simon raised his eyebrows.

Emily originally thought he would reject her request, but he agreed so readily. She looked at him doubtfully for two seconds. Seeing that he looked quite calm, she curled her lips, turned around, and went back to the bedroom to change clothes.

An hour later, the black Cayenne ran at sunset.

Traffic reached its peak now, so they moved slowly. Simon gripped on the steering wheel with both hands without any impatient look on his face. With the music on the radio, he was tapping his fingers gently.

He

was enjoying.

However, Emily, who sat on the passenger seat, was in stark contrast with him. By now, she was a complete sourpuss.