Purchased A Mr. Right
Chapter 643

"You are dumb!"

Emily silently criticized him in her heart. She didn't say it out considering that he was a patient.

She pinched her palm and hesitated to say, "Well, I heard grandma say...'

"Hm?" Simon looked askance at her.

"It's your birthday on Wednesday!" she said, biting her lip.

Hearing her mention this, Simon turned down the corners of his mouth. "Mm."

Emily's eyelashes fluttered, and her voice was full of guilt. "Sorry, I really didn't know that it was your birthday that day. I didn't mean to stand you up, but a colleague ran into an emergency so I came to help her. It was already very late when I was done with it, and my battery died..."

Hearing this, Simon's beautiful eyes suddenly narrowed. "Do you mean that you delayed because of your colleague's accident?"

"Yes!" Emily nodded.

Simon's lips raised bit by bit. "So, if your colleague didn't have troubles, you will come?" "Of course!" Emily nodded again without hesitation.

Then, she saw that there seemed to be a hint of light flashing past in his eyes, making him look lazy and pleased and the corner of his lips was curved up.

Emily observed his expressions and asked tentatively, "Simon, aren't you angry?"

"When did I get angry?" Simon replied lazily.

Emily lowered her head and curled her lips. He was angry before!

Suddenly, a shadow came above her head. She looked up and saw that he had threw back the covers, leapt out of bed and grabbed her wrist.

"What are you doing?" Emily looked puzzled.

Simon pulled her up from the chair, turned around and strode out of the bedroom, "I'm hungry, go out and eat something! Don't you feel sorry for me? Then treat me to a good meal!"

When Emily heard the second half of his sentence, she didn't resist anymore.

After all, she stood him up last time, so she should treat him a meal to apologize.

As soon as she came out of the apartment building, he threw the key of the Cayenne to her with the excuse that he was sick. Emily gnashed her teeth. Although she was reluctant to be instructed, she still sat on the driver's seat obediently.

According to the navigation set by Simon, they arrived at the restaurant where she failed to come last time.

After parking the car, they went in. Obviously, the manager of the restaurant was familiar with Simon. Before he could walk inside through the revolving door, the manager had already waited there and respectfully called out, "Young Master Chin", then took them directly to the VIP room on the third floor.

The decoration of the room was very elegant, which could hold five or six people, but it didn't seem to be empty after the two of them sat down.

The manager quickly brought the menu and hand it to them.

Simon leaned back in the chair, sitting lazily with his legs crossed. When he came out, he only wore a thin windbreaker. Fortunately, there was no trace of illness on his handsome face, which made her wonder whether the person who was weak in bed before was him.

He was quite strong so that he could immediately recover.

Simon took the menu in his hand and flipped through it leisurely. He often raised his head and asked the manager who stood next to him a few questions. It seemed that he was born to be like this, a man of noble birth.

At this very moment, Emily felt as if she had seen another him.

But soon, when she opened the menu in her hand and saw the price, she was instantly out of her mind and could not calm down.

What the f**k!

"He's trying to fool me!"

Simon began to order the meal in a lazy tone. "Did you just say that you've got black truffles?"

"Yes, it was flown from France and just arrived at night!" The restaurant manager replied respectfully.

"Well." Simon nodded. He then pointed at it and said. "Then I'll take black truffles on fresh oyster, two roasted lobsters with butter, two beef broth, caviar on seafood plate, salads, desserts to be ordered later!" Almost every time he read out a dish's name, Emily quickly found the corresponding price at the menu. Then she shivered for the shocking prices.

Simon looked at her across the table and asked leisurely, "Their goose livers are good. Would you like to have a try?"

"No..."

As soon as Emily uttered a word, he had already told the manager, "Two fried goose livers and baked cod!"

"Okay, Young Master Chin!" The restaurant manager quickly wrote it down on the notebook.

Emily closed the menu and rested her head on the table feebly.

Simon glanced at her pale face, raised his thin lips, raised his fist to his lips and coughed. He stopped the restaurant manager, who was about to walk out of the room, and added, "Oh right, is there another bottle of Chteau Lafite 1982?"

"Yes!"

"Wait a minute!"

Emily suddenly straightened her back and quickly stopped him. She approached him and lowered her voice. "Ha, ha, ha, Simon. You're sick. You can't drink!"

Hearing this, Simon said with a reluctant tone, "Well, just save it to the next time!"

Emily immediately breathed a sigh of relief. With a very affectionate look, she saw the

restaurant manager out. But even so, her heart was still hurting. Half of her salary was cost. She witnessed her money flying away with their wings fluttering!

The biggest advantage of her personality was that she could face up to reality.

Therefore, she transformed indignation into strength. When the dazzling feast was served on the table, she took out the posture of eating a buffet for self-service to ensure that any piece of vegetable would not be wasted, and even a cent could not be spent in vain!

When she finally put down her knife and fork, Emily's stomach was almost bursting.

They took the elevator to the first floor. Because she was concerned about paying the bill, she ran to the cashier and asked in a low voice, "Well... May I ask if you can pay for the credit card?"

"Of course!" The cashier considered for a second and answered with a nod.

"Well, I'll pay with the card!" With pain in her heart, Emily took out a credit card from her wallet and handed it to the cashier. She said, "VIP room on the third floor!"

The cashier didn't accept the bill but said, "Sorry, madam. Young Master Chin has already paid the bill!"

Emily was stunned.

She looked back at Simon, who was casually standing behind her with a hand in his pocket.

This man...

She saw a parabola in the air- he threw the key to the Cayenne over again. He lazily ordered, "Start the car!"

This time, Emily didn't complain at all. She just nodded like a docile wife and ran out of the restaurant to start the car.

Because they arrived at the dining time, the parking space of the restaurant was almost full and she parked far away from the restaurant. When she drove to the entrance of the restaurant, she found that there was not only Simon's tall figure, but also another one standing there.

And she heard a delicate voice, "Young Master Chin!"