Purchased A Mr. Right
Chapter 694

Emily cleared her throat and dropped the subject gruffly. "Have you treated the patient?"

Simon put his hands in the pockets of his doctor's coat and walked over lazily. He said in a reassuring tone, which was completely different from when he left. "Well, rejection after the operation. He's fine now." "Oh." Emily nodded.

Simon didn't sit back on the chair, instead, he went straight to her and sat on the table, one leg swinging. He looked a bit frivolous but incredibly sensual.

He stretched out his long arms and pulled over her chair. He looked down at her and asked, "Mrs. Chin, do you want to see if I'm cheating on you tonight?"

"No!" Emily's face turned red from embarrassment. She had no choice but to say frankly, "I bought a gift for you..."

"What?" Simon asked with great interest.

"It's a..." Emily pursed her lips and mumbled.

Seeing that he was staring straight at her, she finally plucked up the courage. "I bought you a shirt! Here, it's cheap, one hundred dollars. If you don't like it, just throw it away!" Then, Emily zipped her bag open.

She pulled at the clear wrappings and took out a charcoal-gray shirt. However, it was a plain, causal shirt, didn't bear comparison with the designer piece brought by Quinn. There was nothing special about it. Emily's heart sank because she thought Simon wouldn't like it.

When Quinn took that out, she had already planned not to take it out. Unexpectedly, he just asked her about it. She pursed her lips and said, "It doesn't matter if you don't like it. Honest, I prefer the one Miss Koo bought. That's a designer shirt! I saw it in the shopping mall, but I'm not as rich as her. That suits you very well. But this one..."

Before she finished, he suddenly stood up and took off his doctor's coat, followed by his green surgical gown. She also stood up and said, "Hey, what are you doing!"

"What are you thinking, lecher!" Simon took off his surgical gown, revealing his perfect pecs, but he seriously. "I'm going to try on it!"

"..." Emily gritted her teeth. What were she thinking of?

While speaking, Simon had already put on the shirt. He was buttoning up in front of the mirror on the closet door.

"It's nice, I like it."

Simon slanted towards her, and he lazily curled up his lips. "Good job, my best girl!"

Hearing how he addressed her, her heart raced uncontrollably and sounded so loud as if someone was banging a drum in her chest. Watching him roll up his cuffs, she bit her lip and asked, "Do you like it?"

"Mn." Simon nodded.

He smiled, his eyes full of laughter. Seeing he was not lying to her, she began to feel relieved, but she murmured tentatively, "But it's cheap. I know you'll only wear clothes with a designer label, but this one is not. I bought it in a discount store. Miss Koo bought that one in a shopping mall. That's very expensive, limited edition and..."

"It's perfect, because you bought it for me!" Simon interrupted her abruptly.

"..." Emily's eyelashes trembled.

She made it different?

She turned her face casually and secretly gasped, feeling that every cell in her body was filled with pleasure.

He looked sharp in the lamplight with his muscles bunched under his shirt. The charcoal grey shirt, no matter how plain it was, seemed to enhance his classically beautiful features. He was indeed attractive in anything.

Emily glanced at the shirt that had been left on the table. "Do you wanna try on this one?"

"No! What about giving it to your uncle next time we come back?" Simon smirked.

"..." Emily went blank for a second.

Uncle might gladly accept if the shirt was eighty dollars. She could even imagine how twitchy her uncle would be seeing the price tag.

Simon gestured for her to come and said, "Come here, help me take off my shirt. I can't wear it in the hospital!"

Ordinarily, she would never do as he told. However, when she saw him standing there in the shirt she bought, staring at her with his clear brown eyes, she could not help walking over to him. When she got closer, she could smell the scent of the new clothes.

Emily stood on her tiptoes and unbuttoned his shirt.

Simon stood casually, looking down at her movements. He raised his hand to touch her short hair, and his Adam's apple moved slightly. "Mrs. Chin, grow your hair long!" "Why?" Emily looked up.

Simon trailed his fingers over her hair, and replied as his eyes gleamed with mischief. "I like long hair. I want to pull your hair when we make out."

Specifically, what he wanted went further than that. The main reason was that he liked to touch her head. Although many men loved long hair, he was not a man of that sort. He just thought that if her hair would grow longer, he could be with her longer.

"What a pervert?"

Hearing this, Emily's face turned red. "Can you stop talking about this every day?"

"Yes!" Simon agreed without hesitation. But in the next second, he bit down on her earlobe. "I still want to do that with you right now!"

Emily drew back her shoulders and gave him a push in his chest.

Simon grabbed her hand and leaned forward to press her on the glass mirror of the closet behind her. He deliberately lowered his voice, which was full of temptation, and said, "Mrs. Chin, don't go back tonight!"

Emily's body went stiff because she could feel the heat in his breath.

All the buttons of his shirt had been untied. The lamp over his head shed soft light on his tanned skin, casting circles of shadows. Behind him, as expected, she saw that the door had just been locked after he came back.

This man definitely had a plan!

Maybe it was because the atmosphere tonight was too romantic, Emily subconsciously nodded,"... Okay!"

She became shy after that, especially when she saw his eyebrows raised high.

Being stared at by him, Emily felt uneasy, so she raised her head and kissed his thin lips.

In an instant, they floated on air.

Her legs fell limply to the sides as he violently kissed her. She suddenly felt something strange in her body and shuddered out a breath as he reached the spot between her thighs. With years of experience, she said in a trembling voice, "Simon, I'm menstruating!"

Simon stopped, eyes gleaming with an almost unholy relish.

He frowned, and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down. Then he reached out and said, "I need to see it myself. Don't lie to me!"