Purchased A Mr. Right
Chapter 645

On Monday working day, Emily was holding her chin and staring blankly at the computer.

Tsk, she's been seduced by him!

Although Simon was gentle that night as he said, she didn't feel much better for when she finally lost consciousness, the sky outside was already bright.

She was still thinking in a daze, "Isn't he sick?"

"Why was he so energetic?"

In the morning, when she was half asleep, she heard him answer the phone and leave. It should be a call from the hospital. After that, she slept in bed for a whole day until at night, she ate a bowl of cereal and continued to sleep. It was not until this morning that she felt her vitality restored.

Oh, exhaustion was the price of indulgences.

Emily finally understood these words.

When it was almost evening time to get off work, Tina, who was sitting next to her, answered a phone call. Suddenly, she stood up with an anxious look and the chair was pushed back a long distance. Upon seeing this, Emily asked with concern, "Tina, what's wrong?"

Tina told her nervously, "The hospital called. The Matron said that Isla had a fight with the children in the next ward!"

Although she had just come to work for just two months in internship, she had a good relationship with her colleague Tina because they were about the same age. She also knew Tina's family.

Tina had a five-year-old daughter, Isla. She didn't get married, and even didn't know who was her child's father. She raised the little girl with her parents. Life as a single mother was tough and depressing, but God didn't take pity on her. Last year, Isla had leukemia, and then she never left the hospital again.

Emily looked at her watch and couldn't help but help Tina pack her bag. "Children always have conflicts. You get off work in a few minutes. Just go and see her now!"

Tina hesitated anxiously. "But ten minutes ago, head editor gave me two news releases and told me to amend it before nine o'clock. Otherwise, it will be late for the live broadcast of the evening news!" Hearing this, Emily immediately said, "It's okay. Give me all the drafts. Go. Don't worry!"

"Alright, I have to go!" When Tina heard her words, she patted her shoulders with a thankful smile and swiftly ran out of the office.

When it was time to get off work, colleagues left one after another.

Emily was sitting alone in front of the computer, intently modifying the drafts. Only the sound of her typing on the keyboard could be heard in the large office. Suddenly, her mobile phone in the drawer rang, and she picked it up.

A low male voice came from the line. "Are you at home?"

Emily was stunned and looked at the screen with surprise. The name "Simon" was shown on it.

She looked up at the empty office and shook her head. "No, I'm still working!"

"You still haven't got off work at this time?"

"Yes, I have to revise two news releases. They are used for the live broadcast in the evening!"

He kept silent for half a second, and then asked, "How long will it take?"

Emily moved the mouse. It was very timeconsuming to modify them because the two drafts were both very long and hard to make deletions. Looking at the time in the lower right corner on the screen, she thought for a moment and said, "About an hour!"

"Get it." Simon replied and then hung up the phone.

Emily looked at the phone screen with confuse for she didn't understand what his final words meant. He had rung off before she could ask out. She rolled her eyes, threw the phone back to the drawer, and continued to work in front of the computer.

Time passed by quietly and quickly. Finally, when she finished working, she felt that her vision was a little dim.

As she packed up her things, she patted her sore shoulder with her fists. After closing all the lights, she walked out of the office. When she was about to go to the elevator, her cell phone rang again. She frowned when she saw the "Simon" on it again.

"Hello?"

"Emily, an hour has already passed!"

On the line, the deep voice sounded very impatient.

Emily was stunned for a moment. "Huh?"

"Have you finished working?" Simon asked grumpily, and she could hear the sound of smoking.

"It's over. I'm going downstairs." Emily looked at the rising elevator.

Hearing that, the tone in the line softened, and added, "Well, I am downstairs!"

Downstairs?

Emily stared blankly at the phone in her hand that had been hung up again. She slowly blinked her eyes. For some reason, her heartbeat sped up along with the constantly rising number. Coming out of the elevator and through the revolving door, she could see the black Cayenne on the road from a distance, which was as eye-catching as the night when the city lights were lit. Emily walked over to him with a surprised expression. "Simon, why are you here?"

It was rare for Simon to wear a white shirt today. He was still wearing charcoal- gray trousers and a pair of limited-edition Yeezy boosts. Although he was modestly dressed, he looked alarmingly attractive, especially his outstanding face.

He held a cigarette in his hand and put it to his mouth. When he smoked it, white smoke rose up as his beautiful eyes narrowed slightly. He was very charming at present and many girls passing by stopped to look at him.

Emily thought of his previous phone call and asked uncertainly, "You didn't... wait for me here for an hour, did you?"

Simon put out the cigarette butt and flicked it into the trash can next to him. His thin lips curled up, and he said vaguely. "Isn't it normal for a husband to pick up his wife after work?"

Emily's heart trembled slightly, but she curled her lips and said, "I don't believe you!"

Simon put his hands in his pockets and said lazily, "I came to ask you for the meal you owe me!"

Sure enough, Emily gave a knowing expression. Since he mentioned the meal, she couldn't break her words, so she opened the car's door and got in.

Looking at the neon lights on both sides, she emphasized to him, "I told you before, I'm not that rich. I'm a working class, but I can't be as generous as doctors like you!"

Simon raised his eyebrows to give her a response.

After driving for about ten minutes, they drove in an underground entrance. There were many parked cars inside, so they drove around before they found a space. "Here we are!" "A supermarket?" Emily looked at someone walking towards them with difficulty, carrying a shopping bag.

Simon knocked on the steering wheel with her fingers. "Well, buy something. You cook for me!"

"But I..." Emily hesitated, but soon realized that cooking a meal would be cheap. She swallowed back her words, unfastened her seat belt and said, "Okay, let's go!"