Purchased A Mr. Right
Chapter 846

She hung up the phone, and Mr. Weil also came up to him.

Simon put the phone back into his trouser pocket, raising his eyebrows, and followed the security guard to the park. Upon entering, he saw Emily standing there wearing a thick denim jacket in the middle of the small square.

As soon as she saw him, she immediately ran over in small steps.

When Simon saw this, he quickly strode forward and said, 'Why are you here?"

"I'm waiting for you!" Emily blinked her eyes.

Simon frowned slightly, and a look of concern appeared in his peach blossom eyes. "Why aren't you at home? When did you come down?"

Emily shook her head and did not answer, showing a mysterious look on her face. She stretched out her hand and grabbed his arm. As they walked, she said, "Let's not talk about this. Come on, follow me!" At night, the community was quiet, and there were few people in the courtyard. Their shadows lengthened as they approached the street lights.

"Mn?" Simon raised his brows.

Without saying a word, Emily pulled him to the center square where she had just come from.

Simon, pulled by her, once again moved his two long legs forward. His handsome face looked a little confused. When they arrived at the center if the square, she suddenly stopped.

"Simon, close your eyes first!"

Emily turned around with her hands behind her back. She lifted her chin slightly and looked into his peach blossom eyes, suggesting that he do as told.

Simon, seeing her blinking eyes in the night, raised his eyebrows even higher curiously. Although he did not know what mysterious things she was up to, he cooperatively closed her amorous eyes.

Seeing this, Emily waved her hand in front of his eyes, trying to confirm that his eyes were closed. She then demanded, "Close your eyes and don't peek. Do you hear me? Open your eyes only when I tell you to do so!"

"Okay." Simon smiled a little.

Emily walked even further ahead quickly. On the way, she even turned back to see if his eyes were closed all the time. Only then did she continue to move forward with ease.

Simon stood in the same place with his hands in his pockets. He vaguely heard her shouting, "Open your eyes." At the same time, he heard the sound of something shooting up into the sky.

When he opened his pretty eyes, a firework went off in the air above them.

Then, more and more fireworks rose to the sky one after another. In an instant, the fireworks densely covered the dark sky above them and lit up the whole community.

Under such a gorgeous background, Emily walked over, her hands behind her back. She said with a smile, "How about it, Simon? Isn't it beautiful?"

"Mn," Simon said in a happy and relaxed manner.

Seeing him like it, Emily was filled with a sense of accomplishment, looking proud.

Simon smelled the gunpowder on her body and asked uncertainly, "Mrs. Chin, you set off these fireworks, didn't you?"

"Yes." Emily proudly raised her chin.

Simon looked at the magnificent fireworks in the night sky. At this time, he finally understood what she wanted to do tonight. "You kept calling me, asking if I had come back. You waited the whole time downstairs only to show me this?"

Emily nodded, curling the corners of her mouth into a smile.

In the brilliant fireworks, Simon smiled. Then he thought of something and frowned. "So you've been waiting downstairs for such a long time? What if you catch a cold?"

"It's okay. I wear thick clothes!" Emily motioned for him to see the denim jacket on her and then pointed to the security guard in the distance who was busying igniting the fireworks. "I'm a little scared. It's too late, so I called Mr. Weil to help me!"

"What special day is it today?" Simon had a confused expression on his face.

"Today is an ordinary Friday." Emily shrugged.

Simon was puzzled. "Then why do you want to show the fireworks for me?"

"Nothing special. When I was young, my dad loved to set off fireworks for me. Whenever he did it, I was delighted!" Emily said slowly, recalling the happy memories. However, good times did not last long. Her parents passed away early, and she had not put on fireworks for many years.

"So?" Simon raised his eyebrows and waited.

Emily looked up, gazing into his eyes. She gently wrapped her fingers around his big hand and said softly, "Simon, I just want to make you happy!"

It was not a special day, and it was unnecessary for her to make him a big surprise deliberately. What she did was to make her beloved man happy. That was all.

Graudally, a surge of love look occupied Simon's eyes.

The fireworks had stopped shooting up, and the surroundings restored to its peace and quiet state at night. Both of them were overwhelmed by the sweet feeling and forgot about the acrid smell of gunpowder. At this time, Emily sneezed loudly.

The next second, she was lifted up from the ground.

Simon held her in his arms, striding toward home. She did not struggle but felt at ease. She circled her arms around his neck and leaned her head upon the hollow in his shoulder.

After the fireworks, the sweet couple left. There was only Mr. Weil cleaning up the mess.

Even after they entered the elevator, Simon did not let go of her. Instead, he held her firmly in his arms.

Back at home, Simon turned on the lights, and the apartment became warm and bright. Her hand in his, they passed through the vestibule and walked into the living room. The faint smell in the air suddenly reminded her of something, and she took his hand instead, saying, "Simon, come with me!"

Just like when she took her to see the fireworks, she led him into the dining room.

Emily pulled out a chair and held him to it. Then she turned around and walked into the kitchen. Simon could hear the clangs of different kitchen tools. After a while, Emily came out, holding a steaming soup po in both hands, and the steam veiled her facial features, making her face look tender.

Like presenting a treasure, she put a bowl of soup in front of him ceremoniously.

Simon raised his eyebrows in surprise. "You made it?"

"Yes!" Emily nodded and handed him the spoon in her hand. "Taste it now. I found the recipe online. The soup had been stewed on the stove for several hours!"

Simon stole a glance at the whole chicken lying under the liquid in the pot.

Her thin lips tightened as if he wanted to laugh, but he held back his laughter.

It was all right...

He decided to accompany this lovely silly woman to drink the rooster soup, though people usually used hen to make soup.

As soon as Emily saw him pick up the bowl and send a spoonful of soup to his thin lips, she immediately asked, "How does it taste?" "Mn," Simon muttered a vague assent.

"Is it not good?" Seeing this, Emily could not help but become nervous.

Simon did not say anything until he finished all the soup left in the bowl, "Emily, this is the second time you cook for me!"

Emily was stunned. Then, she gently bit the corner of her mouth.

It was true. From the day they got married four years ago, she seemed to have cooked only one meal for him. She remembered that it was badly cooked. However, he still insisted on finishing the dishes she made because it was the first time she cooked for him.