Purchased A Mr. Right
Chapter 933

Although Mr. Weil seemed to be asking her, he didn't wait for her to answer and took Simon to the Cayenne.

Then he opened the rear door and put Simon on the seat.

In the blink of an eye, Mr. Weil had returned. Holding Wylma's hand, he said that there were follow-up things to deal with at the wedding. Wylma also said, "Miss Sam, please take care of Dr. Chin!" As Emily was still in a daze, feeling confused, Wylma and Mr. Weil already left.

Calvin asked with a gentle voice, "Emily, what should we do next?"

Emily turned her eyes and looked at the Cayenne.

Under the streetlights, Emily saw Simon was leaning against the car window with his head tilted on the back of the chair, showing half of his face. It seemed Simon was very drunk.

Since Simon was left with her, she could not leave him...

Emily's mouth twitched. She took out her phone from her pocket and said, "I'll call a designated driver!"

Usually, there would be designated drivers waiting near the hotel. After Emily placed the order, a designated driver in a work suit came over on a bicycle. She glanced at Simon, handed over the car key to the designated driver, and left.

After leaving the hotel, the BMW drove her back to the apartment.

Emily unbuckled her seatbelt and waved goodbye to Calvin, "Calvin, I'm going up. Drive safe!"

"Okay!" Calvin smiled.

After watching Calvin leave, Emily turned around and went into the building.

After entering the door, she turned on the light and saw Anthea's slippers on the shoe rack. It seemed Anthea was on the night shift tonight and would not come back until tomorrow. Emily was alone at home. After changing into her pajamas, Emily received a text message from Calvin telling her that he had arrived home. Just as she was about to reply to say good night, she heard someone knocking on the door.

"Who is it?"

She walked to the door in confusion.

It was so late at night. She wasn't expecting anyone to come.

Outside the door came a man's voice, "I am the designated driver!"

"The designated driver?"

Emily's mind was full of confusion, trying to figure out why the designated driver would come to her house. The minute she opened the door with doubts, she smelled a strong smell of wine. Before she could know what was going on clearly, the designated driver moved Simon at her.

Emily subconsciously reached out to catch Simon, who was heavy and limp. The driver standing behind him said, "This gentleman drank too much and insisted on coming to your place. I can't do nothing but send him here!"

Emily opened her eyes wide after hearing that.

The driver then passed the car keys to her and said, "I have done my job. Please remember to give me a good comment!"

"Hey, wait a moment..." Emily called out to him.

However, the designated driver didn't leave her any choice. After saying that, he turned around and left immediately. His steps had already stepped into the elevator.

The designated driver left as quickly as Wylma and Mr. Weil...

Emily helplessly looked at Simon, who was leaning on her. Feeling unkind to leave him in the corridor, she had no choice but to close the door, carry him into the living room, and throw him on the sofa. "Wake up, Simon!" She bent over and kicked him.

Simon didn't respond, lying on the sofa motionlessly.

The corner of Emily's mouth twitched twice. Just as she was about to get up, Simon suddenly grabbed her wrist.

"Emily!"

Simon called out to her in a cold and deep voice.

Emily was startled, thinking that Simon went sober. But his eyes were still closed. Like a rogue, he yelled, "I won't let you marry another man, I won't let you marry another man!"

She rolled her eyes hard.

In a bad mood, she ignored him and flung her arm, trying to pull her hand out of his hand. But instead, she was dragged by Simon with force.

"Ah!" As Emily yelled, she fell on Simon's sturdy chest.

When Emily touched Simon's chest, she felt it was very warm even though it was under his shirt. The next second she took back her hand, she suddenly felt turned upside down as Simon turned over and put her under himself.

As Simon breathed, the strong smell of wine came out, as his chest was heaving.

There was a trace of haziness in Simon's eyes, looking drunk and seductive. Leaning his face against her neck, he occupied her tightly, leaving her no chance to get rid of him.

Simon pinched Emily's chin up and started kissing her aggressively.

As Simon pinched Emily's chin harder, she felt pain as she was forced to open her mouth and kissed by Simon's warm tongue. The smell of wine quickly spread into her mouth, attacking her shortly. Emily felt alarmed and bewildered.

One of Simon's hands was reaching for her waist, and the other was trying restlessly to pull her collar.

Emily could even feel the lines of Simon's hands with her heart beating wildly and uncontrollably as if it were electrified. She had goosebumps all over her body.

At this moment, the love-making moments she had with Simon somehow started flashing in her mind...

Suddenly, Emily pushed him off her body with all her muscles.

As Simon was big, and the sofa was very narrow, which could only accommodate one person. At this time, with a loud clang, Simon fell to the ground and felt pain. Emily quickly sat up, tidied up her messy clothes, and said angrily, "Simon, just because you are trunk doesn't mean you can behave like a hoodlum!" "Well, you caught me..."

Lying on the carpet, Simon closed his eyes helplessly.

After that, Emily gave up on him, let him on the ground, grabbed a blanket, and threw it on him. Then she went into the bedroom without looking back and locked the door.

The morning sun rose from the east as the light of dawn gradually spread in through the window.

Emily put the quilt aside, got up, and looked out of the window. She didn't sleep well last night.

She pursed her lips and opened the bedroom door. The living room was as bright as the bedroom. Simon, who was left on the ground last night, was back on the sofa with the blanket. Hearing footsteps, he sat up as if he had just got up, stretched out, and said, "Well, I slept very well!"

"Simon, you did it on purpose last night, didn't you?" Emily asked, gritting her teeth.

"What do you think?" Simon asked back, looking bold and straight.

Emily was so mad. Just when she was about to step forward and push him out, she heard a knock on the door and stopped.

Upon hearing the knock, both of them looked over.

Calvin's gentle voice came over through the door, "Emily, it's me. I've bought breakfast!"