Purchased A Mr. Right
Chapter 648

At the same time, Emily tightened her grip on the key in her hand.

Burglary?

This was the first thought that came to her mind. All of a sudden, her heart thumped with fear.

No wonder she felt that something was wrong when she inserted the key just now. She never forgot locking the door when she left home, but today, the door was unlocked. Since the day Mr. Hogg gave her this apartment, she lived alone, so no one was supposed to appear here!

Emily carefully identified the sound, and made sure that it came from the kitchen.

She took a deep breath and grabbed the antique porcelain vases decorated on the shoe shelf. As she walked in lightly, she quietly took the phone out of her pocket.

Against the wall, she passed through the hall and approached the kitchen step by step.

After the line was connected, Emily lowered her voice and said, "Hello, someone is in my home..."

When she saw the tall and straight figure in the kitchen, she suddenly froze until she heard the operator urging her from the phone. She quickly replied awkwardly, "Sorry, everything is all right!" It was not thieves who broke into the house, but Simon!

He was in a dark grey casual suit, and the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up around his elbow, revealing his healthy and muscular forearms. At this time, he was standing in front of the kitchen table with his back to her. He was holding a spoon with his left hand, and ladled soup into it with his right hand holding a porcelain bowl. Although he wore an apron, he had no womanish manner. On the contrary, he was very masculine, with strong visual impact of a family man.

He might have heard the sound, so he stopped filling the bowl but turned around and noticed the vase in her hand with a composed expression. He looked so natural in here. "You're back." "Why are you here?"

Emily swallowed hard in a daze and pointed at him with a comical smile.

When she came in just now, the door was closed, so he couldn't have levered the door open. Besides, she lived in upper floor, so he could not have come in through the window. "Simon, how could you get the key to my home?"

Hearing this, Simon lazily curled his lips. "Charlie gave it me."

The corners of Emily's mouth twitched.

She forgot that they were good friends...

Emily put down her sore hand, which held the vase for a long time. It was really a false alarm. She turned around and walked back to the hall. She put on her slippers and then walked over him again. Only ther did she find that there was already four dishes and one soup on the table.

However, they were much better than what she had cooked before for the tantalizing aroma wafted towards her.

Twilight merged into total darkness, while the room was filled with the captivating smell of dishes. When she just came back, she was so nervous that she didn't smell it. At this time, looking at the dishes on the table, she felt a little dizzy, as if she really had a home...

Simon stroke off her hand, which stretched out to the plate with spoon. "Wash your hands!" "Oh!" Emily ached that she couldn't help bare her teeth. She followed his order while turned to look back the dishes on the table repeatedly at every step.

Finally, she could sit down and eat. She still doubted his cooking skill, after all, sometimes it might not be delicious when it looked good. However, the dishes on the table tasted so good that she almost burst into tears.

Emily's mouth was full of food, and she spoke like a squirrel. She looked at him with an exaggerated look and said, "Simon, were you a chef? How can these be so delicious!"

Not only did she say this out of politeness, but these dishes were really wonderful. She didn't expect that the man who was used to using cold scalpels could cook. It was unbelievable. In fact, when he said that he would cook last time, she didn't believe him.

A fascinating smile appeared on Simon's face, and he gazed at her meaningfully. "I told you. I am responsible for filling your stomach, and your work is make me happy." Emily chocked.

Unlike the last time, most of the dishes had been eaten by her.

While tidying up the table, Emily was stunned. It suddenly occurred to her that this was also the first time she'd tasted his meal...

Because of the previous experience, when she washed the dishes in front of the sink, she looked back every two or three minutes, for fear that he would hug her from behind again like a dog. After turning off the tap, it was fairly late.

Looking out of the window, she could see that many of the windows on the opposite floor were still lit. It was also because of the fact that he had cooked meals here, ta faint aroma still lingered in the kitchen and did not dissipate for a long time.

Emily came out of the kitchen and saw Simon, who was wearing his jacket in the living room, holding a phone in his hand. "Well, I'm on duty tonight. When I arrive, I will arrange a detailed cardiac examination for the patient!"

Soon he ended the call.

Emily opened her mouth in surprise. "Are you on duty tonight?"

She had thought that...

Simon's beautiful eyes were full of mischief. "Well, are you disappointed?"

"No!" Emily suddenly jumped up and shouted with a red face, "Come on, why should I be disappointed? Simon, you are so funny!"

But after that, she was surprised for herself.

She didn't expect that he would go back to the hospital to work tonight. If so, did he come only to make this meal for her?

Emily slightly curled up the corners of her mouth to regain serenity.

It seemed that her gaze were too hot. Simon rubbed his chin with his long and slender hand. After thinking for two seconds, he said seriously, "Emily, if you want me to stay, I can also call my colleague to run the shift!"

"What are you dreaming about?" She was flushed to ears with shame and vexation and was more agitated than before. She even stepped forward to push him to the door. "I don't want you to stay here. Isn't there a patient waiting for you? Hurry up!"

Pushed by her all the way, Simon went to the door to change shoes.

He had to deal with many things in the hospital, so he could not delay any longer. But even so, when he stepped out with one leg, he turned back and deliberately said to her, "Are you sure you don't need me to stay?"

"No!" Emily shook her head in shame and indignation.

As soon as the door closed, she heaved a long sigh of relief when she leaned on it.

The night sky outside became darker, and the stars flickered in the night sky. After taking a shower, Emily came out of the bathroom and changed into a pajamas. She sat cross-legged on the end of the bed and wiped her hair. Since she moved here, she had been living alone, so she had long been used to it. Somehow, she suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

She shook her head, threw the towel to the side, and lay straight back on the pillow.

Even with her eyes closed, she still felt wide awake. She tried her best to force herself to sleep.

One sheep...

Two sheep...

Three sheep...

Just as she counted to one hundred, her cell phone suddenly rang. In the quiet room, the word "Simon" on the screen made her heart skip a beat.