Purchased A Mr. Right
Chapter 732

By the time they left the salon and finished walking around the mall, night had come outside.

Selena strode to the roadside to catch a cab. Selena went to stop a taxi on the side of the road. She had only just joined the working class and she did not have much money. The place she rented was hardly a lively one and she intentionally picked a cab route that was just on the way to her place and that could save her some fare.

A taxi stopped but Emily waved it off, saying, "I'm sorry. We're going the other way!"

"Huh, what's the opposite? Aren't you going home?" Selena looked confused before she clapped her hands with a cunning grin, "I know it! You're going to the hospital to find your hubby!"

"Well, you're right," Emily nodded, blushing that her thoughts were guessed rightly. She muttered uneasily, "I think the surgery's about to end by now."

She peered at her watch. He must be in his second surgery by now. If she could reach there in time, she might be able to catch him and they could go home together.

Selena immediately understood what Emily was going to do and she made a very Upon hearing this, Selena immediately understood, and made a very overblown gesture of encouragement, "Go for it, Sis!" Emily could have not been any more embarrassed by her cousin's behavior. Even in the night of the evening, she could feel the blazes on both her cheeks. She hailed another cab and shoved Selena inside, and not without urging the driver to drive quickly before she slammed the door shut.

After sending off her cousin, she spun around and headed for the subway station at the back.

The hospital was relatively quiet in such hours. An inquiry at the information counter directed her to find Simon's name at the Cardiology notice board and she found the times of his surgeries tonight: 5 pm and 7.30 pm.

Emily went to the door of the operating theater and the "Surgery" light was still on.

She reckoned that she had estimated her time badly. The surgery had not yet ended and she decided to just sit down on the floor, clutching her handbag tightly to her chest. One look at her and anyone might think she's an anxious member of the patient's family.

The dim lights outside the operating theater and the silence of the hospital lulled Emily into sleep and she leaned the back of her head against the wall as her eyes drooped shut slowly.

How long did she sleep, she did not know. But even before her eyes opened, she caught the acrid smell of disinfectant when she woke up.

She looked up and found herself leaning on the strong and broad shoulder of Simon, the side profile of his handsome face looking so pleasing to her eyes. He was still wearing his surgical robes with his cap and face mask tossed aside and his legs stretched comfortably.

Held in his fingers was a cigarette, although it was not lighted; the smoking area was aways from here. The depression and squashed marks of his cigarette showed that he had been maintaining this posture for quite some time.

Emily eyed the marks on the cigarette, her gaze turning dazed for seconds that she lost focus.

She rubbed her eyes. The "Surgery" light overhead the door was off and the operating room was empty. The entire corridor was deserted except for them sitting quietly on the floor.

Emily hastily tidied her hair and gasped bashfully, "When did you come out?"

"An hour ago." Simon twirled the cigarette in his hand like he would with a pen. "What?" Emily's eyes widened in surprise. "Then why didn't you wake me up?"

Simon's playful eyes slanted at her. The lights shining from above caused a slight diffusion of rays that looked like glittering shards pouring out of his eyes as he looked at her wryly.

They have shared something like this before, only the situations were reversed. She was waiting for him in the car then and even though she was hungry, she did not wake him up and there she waited until he woke up himself.

Simon remembered exactly that when he stepped out of the operating room. That was why he sat down beside her and waited for him even as the urge to smoke after a surgery to relieve his stress never stopped prodding him. He allowed her to lean on his shoulder like a pillow and allowed her to rest in her most comfortable posture.

The corner of Simon's lips curled up lazily, "You were sleeping like a pig!"

"You're the pig!" The corner of Emily's mouth twitched.

Despite her annoyance, she was still concerned with this man, "Have you eaten, bully? Are you hungry?"

Simon flexed his arms. For an hour he had not changed his posture and it got stiff and numb. "Director Liu got me some food just now from the cafeteria, but I barely got a couple of bite. I'm quite hungry, actually."

Her very question reminded him of how hungry he really was and he hardly ate well during surgeries. And strangely nowadays, he began to appreciate having someone to share meals with him. "Let's go to dinner together then!" Emily said hurriedly.

"Mmhmm," Simon's lips curled.

There was a street of restaurants nearby where many famous establishments had their branches there. Emily was still full from her dinner with Selena, but she wanted to accompany Simon. They sat opposite each other and ordered only a hot bowl of noodles and the steam from the food rising between them left them in a very intimate and loving atmosphere.

After the meal, they backtracked to the hospital to get their car.

They walked together under the bright moonlight, Emily's hand firmly in his grasp. She peered down and saw their shadows melding together and thought about what Selena told her at the hair salon. Only one month left...

She bit her lips for a long time and made up her mind. Softly, she called, "Bully!"

Simon was smoking. He exhaled a mouthful of smoke. "Hmm?"

"We..." Emily's other hand spasmed with nervousness. She said carefully, "We have been married for more than three years. In just one more month, we'd be reaching four!"

Simon's movements of exhaling and inhaling his cigarette hesitated the moment he heard her and he responded, "Yes."

"..." Emily held her breath and pursed her lips.

Cars whizzed by them from time to time, but she could hear her own heart beating wildly. She stared at him, her eyes not blinking at all, as if she did not want to miss even the slightest hint of emotion on his face.

Simon flicked off the ashes at the end of his cigarette and he glanced at her lazily, "It's good that you realized we've been married for so long. It's high time we have a baby or else, Grandma will never stop nagging you!"

Emily's eyelashes drooped, but she felt like her heart was blooming with bliss.

She opened her mouth to speak again, this time with a coquettish tinge in her voice. "It's not like I can do it alone!"

Simon narrowed his eyes at her. With a knowing and naughty voice, he hissed, "Are you saying that I'm not trying hard enough, Emily?"

"No, I'm not!" Emily shook her head vigorously.

She needed to make things clothes or he would turn into a greater beast that he was now in bed and she'd never get up in time during the morning!

Simon giggled gleefully. The corners of his eyes caught something and he squashed the cigarette and he led her across the zebra line to the other side of the road and they entered a still-opened shop. Emily was still embarrassed by their talk just moments ago and by the time she realized what was going on, she found herself inside a shop selling infant paraphernalia.