Purchased A Mr. Right
Chapter 745

This time, Simon did not even change his shoes. While carrying Emily on his shoulders, he strode across the floor in leather shoes and went straight to the bedroom inside.

His leather shoes fell heavily on the floor, making a series of dull sounds. Then, Simon kicked the door open. It violently hit against the floor knob, making a loud, trembling noise. Before Emily could scream, he had already thrown her onto the big bed.

He had exerted great strength, so she sank deep into the mattress, feeling a little weightless.

Emily tried to sit up, but Simon did not give her a chance - he threw himself upon her, pinning her down by his athletic body while lifting her hands high above her head.

Emily, lying on the bed helplessly, was like a lamb to the slaughter. Seeing her like this, Simon gave her an idle but dangerous smile. Then, he said fiercely with anger, "Emily, I have to punish you!"

"No!"

Emily struggled to let out a cry, shaking her head.

However, Simon sealed her lips with his delicate ones, and Emily's mouth was suddenly filled with the smell of cigarettes.

As Simon tasted the smell of his blood, he finally let go of her. In a trembling voice, Emily said, "Simon, we're going to get divorced soon and will no longer be a couple, so you can't touch me again!"

"Oh, is that so?" Simon smiled evilly, pressing his wounded tongue against one side of his face. It looked as if his face was uncomfortably swelling up. Then, he grabbed her two hands and said while breathing heavily, "We'll talk about the divorce after having some wonderful sex!"

With a determined effort, he kissed her hard as if he wanted to swallow her alive.

When she was with him, Emily would always ask for a divorce, which irritated Simon. It seemed that he wanted to shut her up by kissing!

Simon tore off her collar, but before throwing her clothes onto the floor, he froze there all of a sudden. From her eyes, some salty tears fell onto his palm and dripped down through his fingers. He raised his peach blossom eyes a little and saw her red eyes full of tears-she was staring at him, stubbornly and angrily.

Under her glare, somehow, he released her hands.

Simon climbed off her and stepped to the end of the bed with his hands clasped behind his back. After staring at her with a tense expression for some time, he paced back and forth near the window, a little anxiously. Then, he took out a cigarette and a lighter from his trouser pocket and lit it with a flapping sound.

When the smell of cigarette spread around, he looked at her through the smoke, thinking about the scene that she pulled Boyd's hand. As his wife, how could she act intimately with another man right before him? But now, she was very unwilling to stay a little bit closer to him. Even worse, she seemed to hate him...

Thinking of this, Simon said, clenching his teeth, "You're so eager to end the marriage with me, aren't you?"

When he got up from her, Emily supported herself up by her arms and found that he had torn off all the buttons on her chest. Thus, she could only tighten the neckband by her hand for the time being and looked at him through the smoke.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the divorce agreement which was placed by her on the bedside in the morning, and she felt very funny.

Who on earth was the one eager to get divorced?

However, by this time, Emily no longer had enough strength to argue with him. What she wanted was to end the marriage as quickly as possible. She did not want to continue to be tortured like this, nor did she want to end up in a sorry state.

"There is something that I haven't told you..."

After a brief pause, Emily finally made up her mind and said stiffly, "Boyd cheated on me because of some troubles that he's reluctant to mention. After Maeve framed him, she compelled him by threats and offers. He had no choice but to date with and even married Maeve in the end. He had told me in private to wait for him for three years, or four years, at most. Then, he promised to be with me after solving every problem... Now he's divorced!"

Patter!

With a very soft sound, the cigarette in Simon's hand was broken.

His pupils instantly narrowed, and his hair stood on end as he heard all of this. His sad and penetrating eyes slowly swept across her face, and he asked in disbelief, "So, you have been waiting for him all the time. Now that he has finally divorced, you'll be with him once again, won't you?"

Emily dropped her eyelids and said, "Well, it's nothing to do with you!"

"Hmm. How interesting!" Simon sneered.

This news wrenched at his heart. He pressed the burning end of the cigarette against his finger pulp, but he could not feel any pain.

"All good things come to an end. Simon, we've been married for four years. I hope we can still be friends in the end!" Emily tried to make herself sound calm, but she couldn't help feeling sad in her heart. "I think I've made everything clear in the morning. I've signed the divorce agreement. Since we married by mutual agreement, I won't take any of your property. You can rest assured about that!"

At this time, she was talking about the property!

How could she mention such things to him?!

Simon went into furious. He ground his teeth with anger and deliberately said in the most sarcastic tone, "Tell me, what do you want? How much money do you need? I'm never a stingy person! After all, we've been husband and wife, and I've slept with you for four years. You've spent a lot of effort and time with me in bed. So, I should make it up to you, right?"

When he finished speaking, Emily's face turned pale.

She said that only because she did not want to get anything from this short marriage with him. So, she anxiously shook her head and said, "No! Nothing! Simon, I don't want anything from you! Now, I just want to go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get a divorce as soon as possible!"

When Simon heard this, he thought that she was anxious to get rid of him and be with Boyd, so he shouted angrily, "Emily, you are determined to divorce!" Yes!" Emily gritted her teeth.

Simon lapsed into long silences, and his cold eyes fixed on her as if he wanted to swallow her alive and crush her into pieces.

After a long silence, he threw the cigarette butt into the trash can.

His Adam's apple moved up and down, and he spoke very slowly, word by word, "Emily, I'll ask you one last time. Have you decided to divorce me?"

Slowly, Emily looked into his eyes, which always appeared delicate and charming. Only after a glance, she felt tightness in the chest and felt short of breath in panic.

She felt like crying. However, she was afraid that he would see the tears in her eyes, so she pinched herself hard to calm down and nodded. "Yes, I've thought it over..." "Fine!" Abruptly, Simon's lips curved into a faint smile. Then, he slowly restored his calm expression. "Bring your marriage certificate. Wait for me at the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau at 8 a.m. tomorrow!" said he, his voice as cold and deep as water under thick layers of ice.

It sounded so familiar to her...

When he proposed to her, he said the same sentence!

Emily curled up in a tight ball, and the dull sound of Simon's leather shoes on the floor gradually died away.

Suddenly, the house became quiet. Simon was no longer there, leaving only a few wisps of smoke lingering on in the room. Emily grabbed the pillow next to her and held it into her arms, like a sad little girl holding her favorite ragged bear. Perhaps, only in this way could she feel reassured and at ease.

Their marriage of four years finally came to an end!