Purchased A Mr. Right
Chapter 682

Emily was speechless.

He had left in such a carefree manner, but now, he was quibbling about this trivial matter with her!

"It's getting late, let's go back!" Emily pulled his sleeve and continued to go forward. She stopped as a car passed by. When she moved again, she shouted in a low voice, "Ouch!" She lowered her head, only to find that a heel of her shoe was worn down.

She didn't often wear heels, so she picked 2-inch heels today. Since the pedestrian street paved with smooth stone slabs, the heel was stuck in the gap. Fortunately, she didn't twist her ankle, but had to hobble across the road.

After they arrived at the other side, Simon, who was beside her, bowed his head and took a deep draw on his cigarette. Then, he stubbed out it and threw it into the trash can nearby. He walked forward quickly, squatted down and reached behind his back.

"Come on!"

Emily looked at his back in the light. She was dumbfounded for a moment. "Huh?"

"Here, I'll give you a piggyback ride!" Simon turned his head and urged her.

Emily stood her ground, hesitating. "Well, I can still walk. We're almost there!"

Simon turned a deaf ear and maintained that posture.

Seeing this, Emily shyly bit her lips as she jumped onto his back and flung her two arms around his neck like a monkey. He grabbed her legs and stood straight briskly, and continued to walk forward with his long legs.

Holding still on his back, Emily couldn't help but ask, "Simon, am I heavy?"

"You need to go on a diet." Simon replied.

Emily clenched her fist. Since ancient times, women of all ages cared about their weight the most except appearance. She was so embarrassed and angry that she struggled. "Let me down! I can walk myself!" Simon tightened his grip and lifted her up.

"Just kidding. You can gain more weight. Eat whatever you want!" His lips curved in a soft, contented smile. He added later, "You will be cuter if you put on a little weight!" She was just about to be happy just as he began to speak, but she immediately blushed when she heard the later half. She knew that she couldn't expect him to praise her. It was very late and the streets were deserted.

Lying on his shoulder, she looked back at the river, which was getting farther away, and she could not help murmuring, "I've got someone carried me on his back before..." "Your ex-boyfriend?" Simon's arms were rigid in displeasure.

"Yes." Emily replied without hesitation.

She had very fond memories of this pedestrian street. Though she just knew the truth from Boyd, she didn't feel regretful about this relationship. Instead, she experienced a bewildering array of emotions. In fact, thinking about it now, in addition to the excruciating moments of separation, she had many beautiful memories. After all, they were the gifts left by youth.

Suddenly, Simon stopped and let go of his hands without any warning.

Wham!

Emily fell firmly on the ground. She winced as a sharp pain shot through her bottoms. "Hey!"

How could he throw her all of a sudden!

Anyway, she was a living person. Fortunately, she was agile and had quick reflexes. Otherwise, she would have gotten injured!

Simon put his hands in his pockets, making no effort to repress his fury. He didn't even apologize, but snorted and strode forward, leaving her alone on the spot.

Emily stared at his straight figure unbelievably. She lowered her head and rubbed her hips, feeling that her tailbone was broken. She cursed him in her heart. When she was about to prop herself up on her hands, she saw Simon suddenly come over, who had already walked a dozen steps away.

His shadow enveloped her again. He bent over to lifted her up and strode forward again. "Did he hold you in this way?"

"No..." Emily shook her head slowly.

With the night breeze, her shoulder-length hair swayed slightly. Even though there were few people on the street, this action still attracted most of the pedestrians' attention. They had never seen a man walk so long with a girl in his arms.

Emily hung her head, and her eyelashes fluttered.

When they arrived at the black Cayenne, he put her down. Seeing his attractive face and thinking of what he had done before, she tentatively asked in a joking tone, "Simon, are you jealous of my ex- boyfriend?"

"Yes." Simon uttered a single word.

Emily was stunned, and her breath seemed to stop in an instant. She opened the door and got in the car coyly. "Well, get on the car!"

He was the one who answered the question, so why did she blush?

Simon raised his eyebrows and looked at her red face. Then he walked to the driver's seat with a smile.

May all nights inspire love always. Naturally, they wouldn't waste the time. Without going back to the bedroom, Emily was brutally pressed on the sofa in the living room by him. When she was finally carried back to the bed, she almost lost consciousness.

The water blasting out of the showerhead woke her up the next morning.

Emily levered herself up with her hand on her waist. When she looked down, what came into sight was numerous hickeys. She was too embarrassed to think again what he did last night.

Suddenly, she thought of something and froze.

He hadn't worn condoms the last two times, but she was on her rhythm. But last night...

Emily jumped out of bed wrapped in a quilt, and then she picked the bag up, which was pulled down by him from the ground at the entrance of the living room. She zipped her bag open and took out a small medicine case with a round card. When she opened it, there was only one white pill.

This was what she bought for unexpected needs when she accompanied Tina to the pharmacy.

Emily ran back to the bedroom barefoot, opened the mineral water left on the bedside table, pursed her lips, and swallowed the pill with water.

At this time, the bathroom door was opened. Simon, who was almost naked, came out in his underpants.

"Good morning."

Simon looked at the red hickeys on her collarbone and raised his chin in a good mood. "Go in and take a bath. I'll make breakfast."

"Oh!" Emily nodded and threw the medicine case into the trash can.

Wrapped in the quilt, she went to the bathroom. When passing by him, he raised his eyebrows and teased her. "Do you need me to accompany you?"

Emily's face turned red. She scolded him as a "pervert" and quickly went into the bathroom. Soon, water poured all over the floor.

Twenty minutes later, she came out fully dressed, only to see that the person who was supposed to make breakfast was still in the bedroom. He was only wearing a pair of trousers, with his upper body naked. He lowered his head as he stood on the other side of the bed, with an empty medicine case in his hand. He squinted at her and asked, "What is this?"