Purchased A Mr. Right
Chapter 749

The weight of a man was all put on her. Emily staggered and almost lost her balance.

She had to reach out her hands to support the person. As she tilted her head to look at the handsome face on her shoulder, she opened her eyes in surprise. "Simon?"

Mr. Weil explained with a smile, "Mrs. Chin seems to have drunk too much. The taxi driver just sent him back. I was on patrol and happened to see him staggering on the road, saying that he wanted to go home, so I helped him go up here!"

Home...

As she heard the word, her heart leapt with sudden pain.

Seeing that she was standing still at the door, Mr. Weil urged her and said, "Mrs. Chin, it's getting late. I think Mrs. Chin is very drunk. Please help him to get in and rest in bed!"

Facing the kind security guard, Emily was a little embarrassed. She did not know how to explain and faltered, "Mr. Weil, we..."

"You're welcome!" Mr. Weil waved his hand and interrupted her. "It's not a big deal. I'm on duty tonight and have to go back to the security office! Bye!"

Then, he waved his hand, turned around, and went straight to the stairs instead of waiting for the elevator.

The corridor became quiet again. Simon, who was drunk, was still leaning on her. Emily frowned and pushed him. "Simon, Simon?"

No response was heard. She could only feel his hot breath after the wine puffing on the neck.

Emily stood blankly there for a few seconds, thinking that it was still his apartment after all. Therefore, she had no choice but to close the security door, brace herself and help him walk into the apartment.

Simon was a good head taller than her. He was tall and straight, full of hard muscles. She never knew he was so heavy. When she carried him from the door to the bedroom and threw him to the bedroom, a lot of sweat had oozed from her forehead and the tip of her nose.

"Hey, Simon! Wake up!"

Emily raised her hand to wipe his sweat and kicked him. Then, she bent over to pat his handsome face. Seeing that he made no reaction, she muttered to herself, "No way! He is really drunk!"

She had the same experience before. In the past four years, he would sometimes come home drunk late at the night.

As she had done before, Emily knelt down on one knee beside him and took off his dark gray coat.

As soon as she took off his shirt, his naked chest was exposed to her eyes. Lured by his broad chest with wheat-colored skin in the lamplight, she swallowed hard to calm herself down. When her fingers touched the metal buckle on his leather belt, she suddenly realized something and quickly pulled her hand back.

Instantly, she jumped up from the bed. A little uneasily, Emily rubbed against her hot face against the back of her hand.

She cast a glance at Simon and found that he was still asleep with peach blossom eyes closed, and let out a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he was so drunk that he would not notice what she had done. Then, she just pulled the quilt and covered it on him. With a pillow and a blanket, she hurried to the living room.

It was his apartment that she was living in, so she did not just leave him at the door. Besides, she gave the bed to him and slept on the sofa.

Through the door, she could faintly hear his long and even breathing inside.

They would sleep under the same the roof tonight.

They had already gone to the Civil Affairs Bureau and got their marriage certificates, so they were no longer husband and wife now...

Emily looked away and closed her eyes with a bitter smile. She turned over and buried her face in the gap between the pillow and the sofa. After remaining still for a long time, she finally fell asleep. The next morning, she felt that someone was poking her face with the index finger.

Emily raised her hand and waved. She seemed to see Simon's handsome face nearby. Without thinking too much, she blurted out, "Simon, stop playing around!"

In previous days, when she was half-dream and had not completely woken up, he would deliberately wake her up and make love with her. Emily, still in a daze, thought he was going to have sex with her like before, so she begged with a coquettish voice.

It did not take long for her to realize what was really going on. She abruptly opened her eyes and sat up.

Sure enough, Simon, bending over the bed, was staring at her.

In her head, the words that she had uttered unconsciously before she woke up were still lingering. Emily felt embarrassed as she saw his peach blossom eyes fixed at her without blinking. His black eyes looked deep and serious.

Emily licked her lips. Obviously, he had already taken a shower-his short hair had not been completely dried up and his clothes were changed. She was not surprised at all. They had lived in this apartment together for more than three years, so there were many things that belonged to her and him.

But to her surprise, she was on the big bed instead of the sofa!

Emily's eyes widened. "How can I be in bed?!"

Simon stood up from the bedside and put his hand into his trouser pocket. "When I woke up in the morning, I carried you here!"

"Oh..." Emily nodded but secretly doubted his words.

She could not remember what had happened last night after she fell asleep, but the pajamas on her were still intact. It seemed that he was not lying...

"It's almost eight o'clock. You'll be late for work if you don't get up now!"

After saying this, Simon walked straight out of the bedroom.

Emily looked at the time. It was indeed almost eight o'clock. She quickly jumped out of bed and went to the bathroom to change her clothes after briefly washing herself up. As she came out of the bedroom, she suddenly froze there.

Simon was standing in the dining room, and there was hot breakfast on the table in front of him.

Emily stared at the breakfast blankly and could not say a word.

He prepared the breakfast for her as if they had never divorced...

After a long while, Emily clenched her hands and gritted her teeth in determination, intending to ask why he would come here yesterday. At this time, Simon seemed to have seen through her mind. The second before she spoke, he took the initiative to say, "Sorry, I drank too much last night!"

"Mm." Emily pursed her lips. She found it a little hard to reproach him when he apologized first.

Slowly, Simon raised his eyebrows and asked with a distressed look, "I could barely remember what happened last night. When I had dinner with colleagues in my department, they frequently toasted me. Did I do anything inappropriate to you when I was drunk?"

"No!" Knowing what he was referring to, Emily shook her head with embarrassment and said, "Last night, you lay on the bed in a drunken stupor!"

Hearing this, Simon felt a sense of loss and murmured with a little disappointed look, "Really? That's a pity!"

Emily's face was burning hot.

Fortunately, in the morning light, Simon might not see her red face. Emily turned away to hide her blush and quietly adjusted her a little ragged, strained breathing.

Aburptly, he said, "Emily, today is the third day."

"What?" Emily was confused.

She frowned and looked at him. Meanwhile, he was also looking at her, his eyes full of sadness. In the morning sunshine, he said with a deep voice. "Today is the third day after our divorce. Have you ever regret divorcing me?"