Purchased A Mr. Right
Chapter 693

Emily sat there in a daze. She stretched out her hand and took it with a somewhat silly expression.

In front of Quinn, who stared at her with her eyes widened in disbelief, she didn't say anything and ate noisily. Although she had eaten a big bowl of lasagna at night, she still had room for salad.

As expected, when the ultimate luxury food which was airlifted from abroad was combined with the chef's brilliant cooking skills, excellent cuisine was made.

Emily licked her lips and gave a pertinent comment. "It's delicious!"

"Have some more. You have't finished yet!" A small, unobtrusive smile curved Simon's thin lips as he reached out his hand and pushed the lunchbox towards her.

Emily looked at Quinn, whose face had already turned red in anger, held back her laughter, and nodded. "Okay!"

Being ignored by them, Quinn clenched her fists and made a visible effort to control her anger. Suddenly, she thought of something and quickly smiled sweetly. She lowered her head again and took out a shirt from her bag. "Simon, I went shopping today and bought a shirt that suits you. It's a charcoal grey, your favorite color, and it's a limited edition. It's one of a kind. Do you like it?"

In the end, she even tilted her head and pretended to be innocent as she asked him, "You are his wife, so what do you think about it?"

"..." Emily's mouth twitched subconsiously.

When Quinn took it out, she immediately recognized that it was the one that happened to strike her fancy in the shopping mall. She was determined to pay by credit card despite the pain in her heart, but Quinn took it away!

She finally understood that Quinn was trying to spite her!

She deliberately took the shirt that she wanted to buy for Simon, and then she rushed here and gave it to him. She wanted Emily to see how would he look in this shirt... "Knock, knock-"

Someone suddenly knocked on the door.

A nurse rushed over and froze when she saw they three inside, then she carefully said, "Dr. Chin, the patients in bed number five suddenly fell into a coma. Come with me..." Hearing what she said, Simon got up from his chair with a serious look. "Go, go!"

After quickly following the nurse out of the office, he paused and looked at the two women left in the room. He raised his eyebrows silently, and then he gave Emily a soft look as he gesticulated with his fingers. "Wait for me here. Don't go!"

The sound of footsteps gradually died away. The two who left in the office fell silent.

Emily kept the posture of holding the bowl and fork, and managed to cram down a few mouthfuls of food.

"I won't talk to you unless you speak first."

At this time, whoever spoke first would be loser!

Although Emily was not sophisticated, she was smarter than Quinn. After all, Quinn was still young and spoiled by her family. She was still studying at school and never felt so embarrassed in her life. Quinn stared at her with her big eyes for a few minutes, and she broke the silence.

Quinn stepped forward and took the bowl from her hand angrily. "I made it for Simon, not for you. Who are you to eat it?"

Emily took out tissues from her bag, wiped her lips and hands, and explained to her evenly, "Didn't you just see it? Simon gave it to me!1

The girl in front of her was wearing a white dress, as pure as a lily. She was perfectly proportioned as her tight-fitting dress left nothing to the imagination - her trim waist and her fleshy breasts...

Emily suddenly remembered that she had asked Simon why he didn't marry Miss Quinn. He answered that he liked flat-chested girls!

She looked down at her chest secretly. After comparison, she felt that the muscles at the corners of her mouth were twitching.

"Bah! Shame on you!" Quinn pointed at her angrily and cursed.

"Are you cursing me?" Emily asked expressionlessly.

"Yes!" Quinn snorted.

However, Emily was not annoyed. She blinked her eyes and said, "Oh, I thought you were talking to yourself!"

Why did her, a beautiful girl tried to be a tramp?

Looking at the men's shirt next to her and the challenging look on the girl's face, Emily sighed in her heart. She knew a war was inevitable and she was ready to return the fire.

"Miss Koo, let me make this very clear. You are trying to be a tramp. I've seen a lot of these kinds of situations when I went out for interviews. You should think about it. It takes courage to be a mistress, because you need to be ready to be scolded by passers-by at any time on the street, or be stripped naked, get sulphuric acid on your face, and so on. I don't mean to frighten you!" Emily pretended to sigh. "Hey, does falling in love with a married man become a trend? Besides, do you believe that you will always get what you want just because you're rich?"

Hearing this, Quinn's face turned pale and she retorted angrily, "When did I say I would be his mistress? You are a tramp. How dare you!"

"What are you doing if you don't want to be a mistress?" Emily asked calmly.

"I..." Quinn's face turned red because she couldn't find out an excuse.

Emily gave a shrug of her shoulders and reasoned against the young lady's wrong thoughts like a teacher, "Simon and I have already married. We have registered in the City Hall. We are a legally married couple. I know exactly how you feel, but it's a fait accompli! If we are not married, you can seduce him. To put it nicely, it can be considered as fair competition. But now, if you continue doing this, you can only be his mistress."

"You're a good girl. What's wrong with you? Why do you have to be a mistress? Read my lips: cut your loss and move on!"

"Don't trick me with twist of the devil's tongue!" Quinn couldn't retort Emily, so she stamped her feet in anger.

Emily smiled and said, "Thank you, duty calls!"

"You, you-"

Quinn pointed at her for a long time, but broke off, incoherent with anger.

She puffed out her cheeks. Her face was purple with rage as she glared at Emily for a long time. Finally she went forward to grab the lunchbox, turned around, and rushed outside.

When she opened the door, she saw Simon, who was leaning against the door to watch the show inside. Quinn stamped her feet as rage bubbled just below the surface of her mind. Then she snorted bitterly and ran away.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

Simon applauded and said teasingly, "Bravo!"

Hearing the applause and looking up, Emily didn't know when he came back and how long he had been standing there. Recalling what she said just now, she suddenly blushed.