Purchased A Mr. Right
Chapter 728

Emily stood there, paralyzed.

From so far away, she could see how Simon's remarkable features mirrored in every inch of Addy's eyes, filling her so much that she just could not have enough of him.

Emily was Simon's wife by law and she has justifiable reasons to storm in, yet Emily felt guilty instead.

She staggered backward and when she turned, the broth she cooked up to help with the hangover spilled out of the bowl. The hot liquid scalded her that she winced with pain and she could not help but hissed quietly.

Like a whimpering dog fleeing, she quickly rushed in and placed the broth on the coffee table before scurrying away.

The door clicked and Simon sprang to his feet in an instant. He turned his head around and to no surprise, found Emily missing. She thought of going after her, but Addy tightened her grip on his hand and stopped him.

Simon frowned, but he did nothing to resist. He peered at her from above, his eyes filled with conflicted emotions.

"For five years alone in Newley City, I think of you every day, every minute, and every second, Simon! I was wrong and I cannot leave you again!" Addy's face was a full red from drinking too much and the look she gave him was enticing. "I know that five years ago, because of my career and dreams, I refused to come back with you. You got angry. You became resentful. But I'm back now. I have decided to leave the ballet company. I'll go wherever you want me to. If you want me to give up ballet, I'll even do it for you! Just your word, and I'll do as I say! Please!"

"I know I have been mistaken, Simon. Forgive me, please! For five years, I have only ballet and no one else! I think of you and only you! Whenever I do, I'll go back to Columbya and walk around the places where we used to have been! I might not have come back with you, Simon, but I really do love you!"

Simon listened to her in silence. Quietly, he muttered, "You've had too much to drink, Addy."

"No, I did not!" Addy insisted, shaking her head wildly. She got up suddenly and grabbed his hand with both her hands. "I've drunk almost a half bottle of vodka, but I've never been any soberer than now. You're here; right in front of me. I can touch you. I can feel your warmth. Not the phantom I see in my dreams every night in my dreams!"

Addy strained to raise her head. Her almond-shaped eyes stared at him without blinking. "Do you not remember your vow, Simon? You promised to marry no one else but me. We made a promise when you came back here. We'd give each other five years. After that, I'd come back and we'd hold hands and walk down the aisle and the rest of our lives together."

"Addy," Simon cut her off, "That was your own promise."

"Myself?" Addy stared at him with a blank look.

Simon looked deep into those dazed eyes of hers and said quietly, "Before I came back, I had asked you repeatedly to come back with me. But you refused. I told you before: if I leave and you refused to come with me, that would be the end of us. But there you stayed in Newley City!"

"Simon..." Addy begged, her eyes now wet with tears.

"Addy, I'm married," Simon said very slowly and quietly.

Addy froze. Simon took the chance to slip his hand from her grip bit by Addy was stunned, and Simon took the opportunity to take off his big hand bit by bit. His pupils contracted for one fleeting moment, then he sighed, "Don't drink so much in the future. Take this as advice from a friend or your doctor. Alcohol is bad for your health and is worse for your stomach. It's getting late, so try to get some rest. I'm going now."

The tall and lean figure swiveled around to leave, and there Addy Swan sat, alone and sobbing, on her bed.

Emily was outside. She had left the hotel about a half-hour ago and was roaming the streets alone, kicking away pebbles that must have fallen out of the flower pots by the streets to vent her frustration and irritation.

Dammit!

Emily cursed herself quietly.

Why should she had come! And now she would have to walk the streets by herself alone!

Emily failed to understand herself. She did not even know what she was thinking. And just now, she felt like excess baggage and she realized she needed to leave. And that was precisely what she did: escape like a guilty person!

He must still be there in the hotel, eh?.

She thought about Simon and felt her chest feeling uncomfortable and sore and she needed a deep breath.

Feeling tired, she saw a little square. It was quiet and deserted now with the elderly women who usually used the place to dance now gone home, aside for a few young people enjoying a brisk walk in the night. She found a bench and sat down. She did not want to go home, thinking that she would be alone after all.

Early spring in the north can be icily cold, especially at night, and the temperature had plummeted a few degrees. Her nose was red and raw from the cold and Emily sneezed hard.

"Are... are you alright?"

A hand came from nowhere, handing her a piece of tissue and a somewhat hesitant voice rang near her ears.

Emily was stunned, but when she looked up, she gasped with shock, "Boyd?"

It had been quite some time since they saw each other. Ice city was not a small area and they had been deliberately avoiding each other. For more than three years, they barely knew about each other let alone meet and the only thing they could recall about each other were the snippets of reminiscences they once shared.

Meeting him here and now only felt strangely unfamiliar.

"Emily!" Boyd shouted at her, looking awkward and embarrassed. Hurriedly, he explained, "I was driving by then I saw someone like you. I don't want to disturb you but I wonder if you needed help, so I came. I don't want anything, so please don't misunderstand!"

"Thank you!" Emily took the tissue.

She rubbed her nose. She must have gotten a cold from the chilly winds.

Boyd frowned and asked, "Emily, are you sick? Where's Mr. Qin? He's your husband? Does he not care about you?"

"Of course not!" Emily took a deep breath and squashed the tissue in her hand into a ball, squeezing it tightly in her grasp. With a hollow laugh, she said, "He's a doctor. He'd never not care about me!" She looked down, pretending to look at her watch, then she got up and said, "Oh, it's getting late. I should be going back now!"

"Emily, do you need me..." Boyd asked hesitantly.

Emily shook her head and said, "No, I can take a taxi myself!"

Immediately, she ran to the side of the road, stopped a taxi, and got in. The cab quickly vanished into the night. Boyd stood there alone, watching there dazedly before he finally strode back to his car. Gripping the change between her fingers after she disembarked, Emily shoved them into her pocket and she slowly beelined from the entrance of the apartment area she lived at towards her home.