Purchased A Mr. Right
Chapter 646

It was just a chain supermarket. She was completely relieved and allowed him to fill the shopping cart. At checkout, Simon strode in front of her and took out a card from his card-filled wallet.

Upon seeing this, Emily quickly pushed it back. "What are you doing? Don't you ask me to treat you a meal?!"

Just then, the cashier said, "Sorry, there's something wrong with the system today. We can only accept cash!"

Hearing this, Emily gave his card back to him. She took a bill and some change out of her pocket. She was waiting to put all the things that had been scanned into a shopping bag. When she looked up, she saw that Simon was gazing at her.

She touched her face subconsciously and asked, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Nothing." Simon raised his lips.

If he took off his doctor's coat, he would be called Young Master Chin wherever he went. Women always wanted to get benefits from him. It was the first time that a woman was rushing to pay for him all the years he lived.

Unexpectedly, he felt pleased!

The car was far away and they were burdened with two heavy bags, so Simon asked her to stay on the spot and wait for a while.

Because she stood at the entrance of the supermarket, the shopping cart would block the way. In order to avoid causing inconvenience to others, when the staff came over to pick up the car, Emily took the bags out and stood aside.

Many people walked in and out one. Among them, there was a foreigner who only carried a bottle of drink.

When he saw two shopping bags piled up at her feet, he thought she couldn't carry them, so he came over kindly. "Beautiful girl, what can I do for you?"

"No, thank you!"

Emily waved her hand. Thinking of the words Simon said, "It's normal for husband to pick up his wife after work," and said, she bit her lips and said shyly, "My husband is coming, and he will help me." In her sight, the black Cayenne was slowly coming over.

When the foreigner saw this, he immediately smiled and said, "Oh, I see, wish you happiness!"

Simon put everything in the boot. The Cayenne slowly left from the underground parking lot. When they were on the way home, the last words of the foreigner echoed in Emily's mind. The temperature on her face constantly rose, so she lowered her head and rolled down the window.

"What's wrong?" Simon was confused.

Emily unnaturally made a fanning motion and said, "It's a little hot..."

Hot? Simon turned to look at the driving mirror. The radio just said the temperature tonight would drop. In the mirror, there were pedestrians who were wearing vests rubbing their arms and running home. After returning home, when she stood in the kitchen with an apron, she immediately got tense up.

She was a poor cook. She might not be as talented as her cousin Selena...

However, now that she must do that, she could only try her best. Fortunately, there were a lot of apps on the phone, which could teach people how to cook. She followed the steps and cooked. However, dream was ideal while reality was cruel.

After being locked up in the kitchen for nearly an hour Emily finally brought out four dishes and one soup. Meanwhile, Simon had already washed his hands and lazily sat on the chair with his legs crossed to wait.

She took out two bowls of rice and sat on the opposite side.

Like a primary school student who was faced with the results of the final exam, she asked with some trepidation, "Simon, how does it taste?"

Simon swallowed the food that looked like fried beef in his mouth and said straightforwardly, "This tastes foul!"

"You said it on purpose, didn't you?" Emily thought that he was making fun of her again. After all, she had been cooking for an hour, and all of them learned from the Internet, so they should not be too bad. Afte she picked up a piece of vegetables, she suddenly spat it out, "Pah-ah—"

The cabbages were too salty, the beef was too tough, and the soup was too smelly. The rice was partly underdone. Only the ham can which was bought from the supermarket could be eaten, the rest were all miserable.

Simon was amused. He looked at her as if she was a monster. "Can't you cook?"

Emily was putting up her final desperate struggle. "Does cooking instant noodles

count?"

"Next time, 111 cook for you." Simon said lazily.

When Emily heard the words "next time", her heart skipped a beat, but then she was surprised. "Are you good at cooking?"

Hearing this, Simon leaned back in his chair and seemed to enjoy the admiration in her eyes. He couldn't conceal the pride in his charming eyes. "Who said that a surgeon only knows how to use scalpels and doesn't know how to cook?"

Emily looked at the dining table depressingly. Now she could only rely on food delivery to fill them up. When she picked up the phone, she saw that Simon, who was opposite her, had picked up the chopsticks again, started to eat again.

She looked at him in disbelief. "How can you still eat? They are awful!"

Simon didn't look up. He just froze for a second and said with a mocking tone, "After all, this is your first time cooking for me."

Emily held her phone tightly, but her heartbeat raced again

It was a terrible meal, but in the end, only a small pile remained on each plate, indicating that almost all the dishes had been eaten. When Emily poured all the rest of the dishes into the paper basket, an indescribable feeling filled in her heart.

When she turned on the tap, the whole kitchen was filled with the sound of running water.

Separated by a dining room, as long as she tilted her head slightly, she could see Simon sitting on the sofa and smoking in the bright living room. At that moment, she had the illusion that they were like a pair o ordinary newlyweds.

After dinner, wife was washing the dishes inside, while her husband was smoking and watching TV outside...

However, Emily didn't forget that they were different from the common couples. They also had the agreement that after four years, maybe they would become strangers again. They were just passers-by in each other's life.

She shook her head and threw her idea of being a newlywed out of her mind, continuing to focus on washing dishes.

It was already very dark outside. Emily looked at the time. It was already past ten o'clock. If they lived in a room, something bad for her would happen. She couldn't help but speed up her movements, thinking that she should remind him to go back later.

After washing out the foam of the last porcelain bowl, footsteps came from behind.

"Have you finished washing?"

Simon's tall and straight figure blocked out a large amount of lights, accompanied by the smell of tobacco.

"Yes!" Emily nodded and washed her hands with soap. After shaking off the water droplets on her hands, she glanced outside the window and said, "Simon, it's almost half past ten, you..." Suddenly, she was hugged from behind.