Purchased A Mr. Right
Chapter 895

Emily and other colleagues, as the third batch of people who were transferred, left the slums at noon and arrived at a safe area nearby.

On a flat ground near the mountain, there were many tents of all sizes and many people walking around. They were all survivors of the earthquake. Some were in good condition and some were wounded. Emily was in one of the tents.

She leaned against the entrance with her eyes fixed on the setting sun in the sky, and looked a little distracted.

She thought that Simon still couldn't forget...

A deep voice sounded in her ears. That handsome face appeared in her mind.

His outline was clearer than before. Even in such an environment, he still looked very handsome. However, when he said this, he lowered his eyelids, looked at the shadow on the ground, and looked desolate...

"Emily, what are you thinking about?"

Misha walked in the tent, covering her forehead with her hand. Her wound had been bandaged.

Emily came back to her sense and shook her head. "Nothing!"

"Come on, it's important to fill the stomach!" Misha said as she gave her a sandwich.

The sandwich was wrapped in the tinfoil. It was cold. But under such conditions, it was better to have food to eat. Before the rescue team arrived yesterday, they were all hungry. Today, they had food to eat for three meals. They were already satisfied.

The supplies were limited. There were not many usable beds, so thin blankets were placed in the tents and they were all sitting on the blankets.

"Thank you!" Emily stretched out her hand to take it.

Misha ran to her side, opened the tinfoil outside, and said while biting, "There are a lot of supplies sent here. I'll get two big coats for us to wear in case it's cold at night. According to the situation, we'll have to stay here for at least two days!"

Hearing this, Emily shrugged and said, "Angelina has called to say that the superiors have asked us in the disaster area to bring some reports back as much as possible. Maybe well have to stay a few more days!"

The communication was restored not long after the rescue team arrived in the morning.

She told her family and friends who lived far away in Ice city that she was safe. At the same time, the work unit in the city assigned tasks. They were in the disaster area, so the work unit did not intend to send more people and asked them to collect some news for follow-up reports.

Misha was unhappy as she heard that. "Ah, it's so unlucky!"

Emily smiled and didn't say anything.

Misha soon ate up the sandwich and she was going to get the supplies.

In less than two minutes, Emily also finished eating and drank some water. She felt a little stuffy in the tent for the whole afternoon, so she also went out, intending to walk around. Then the black girl ran over to her.

However, there was no panic on her face this time. Instead, she showed a sweet smile.

After throwing herself in front of Emily, she mumbled a lot, seemingly saying that Emily had helped the lady before. Then, she clasped her hands together and said in a low voice, "Miss, thanks to you. Jesus bless!"

"You should thank the male doctor!" Emily said with a smile.

She didn't want to take credit. After all, it was Simon's credit that the woman was rescued. In fact, she didn't do anything. At most, she just helped him replace some drugs and medical equipment.

The little black girl kept nodding and pointed to a tent behind her. "He's sleeping!"

After saying thanks to Emily in English, she ran away quickly.

After seeing the small figure disappear, Emily shook her head and smiled. She continued to walk forward, but when she passed the tent that the little girl pointed at, she slowed down a little and tilted her head to look inside.

The tent was different from the tent she had been in. There were not many people but a lot of medicine in the tent. It seemed that this tent was for the medical staff.

There was no bed but a layer of blanket on the ground. Simon was lying in a corner of the room. He was alone. There was a trace of exhaustion on his handsome face. He was sleeping, just like the little girl said.

He should be too tired. His tall body curled up. After sunset, it was windy and colder. At this time, he crossed his arms in front of his chest.

In the past, they experienced disaster relief in the disaster area. At this time, soldiers and doctors were life-saving straws. She could imagine how busy and tired he was on this day. Meanwhile, she was worried that he would catch a cold if he slept like this.

Emily slowly withdrew her gaze and walked to the supply station in front.

The supplies were all donated by local government and kind people. There were volunteers standing there, sending food and goods to every survivor. She walked over and said hesitantly, "Excuse me, could you give me a quilt please?"

Holding the quilt, Emily went back to her original place and came to the tent again.

But there was no other person inside other than the pile of medicine. Occasionally, people ran into it and left in a hurry after taking the medicine. Simon was still lying there.

After breaking up, they were still friends.

Besides, in the foreign country, it was reasonable for her to care for her fellow compatriot. What's more, in the morning, he indirectly helped her save that woman and vaccinated her... Emily took a light step forward and bent over to cover him with the quilt.

She tried her best to be quiet and didn't want to wake him up. She also tried not to let him replace out in case that he misunderstood her feelings for him. After covering the quilt, she didn't want to stay any longer. However, just as she was about to stand up, he suddenly caught hold of her hand, which she had not completely retracted.

Feeling the power of his palm, Emily's whole body went stiff.

Her first reaction was to open her eyes wide to look down at him. Seeing that his eyes were closed tightly, she guessed that it should be his unconscious movements, so she calmed down again. Emily took a deep breath and struggled.

She didn't expect him to hold her hand so tightly, and she could even feel his palmprints.

Emily frowned. This time, she didn't intend to be polite. She used some strength to break free. Unexpectedly, she woke him up. Her eyes slowly opened. His eyes were bloodshot and there was sleepiness in them.

She gritted her teeth slightly. "Simon, you..."

"Well, it must be a dream again!"

Simon's low and deep laughter suddenly drowned the sound of her voice, mixed with a little hoarseness.

Simon's eyes suddenly lit up and he showed a faint smile. Then he murmured, "But it's so clear this time. You're still here when I open my eyes, and it feels so real..."