Purchased A Mr. Right
Chapter 759

"No way!" Simon gave her a naughty smile.

Emily furiously pointed at him with her index finger. "You..."

Simon's slender and jade-like hand held a cup of water and sent it to his thin lips. After taking a sip, he suddenly said, "Emily, have a meal with me!"

"I'm sorry! I..." Emily wanted to refuse.

Simon interrupted her, his peach blossom eyes looking at her. "You know that today is my birthday. How can I spend my birthday alone? I need someone to accompany me!" "But you can... you can invite Addy!" said Emily, pursing her lips into a tight smile.

Simon raised his eyebrows slightly, and there seemed to be a light of hope flickering inside. He stepped forward and said, "But I just want you to accompany me!"

Emily looked away and clasped her hands behind her back tightly.

Although she told herself not to be affected by his loving words, her heart began to thump violently.

Simon put down the glass of water in his hand and strode back to the porch. It seemed that he had prepared for this. When he came back, he had two shopping bags full of food in his hands. "I have bought the food ingredients from the supermarket. What do you want to eat? I'll make the dishes for you!"

Emily stood there stiffly and did not move, biting her lips and staring at him.

Simon's Adam's apple moved slightly, and he said faintly, "We haven't had the goodbye meal yet."

"..." Emily was speechless for a second.

Simon, carrying two shopping bags, smiled and said in a low voice. "Emily, when we got a divorce and came out from the Civil Affairs Bureau, you've invited me to have a farewell meal. So, let's do it today!" Emily licked her lips, thinking that it was his birthday today after all, so she nodded and said, "Okay, but you should leave after you finish the meal!"

"Okay!" Simon replied in a low and deep voice.

Through the floor-to-ceiling window, Emily watched the sun go down, leaving only half a faint rose-colored halo, holding a glass of water in her hands. Gradually, the water had cooled down. As long as she raised her eyes a little, she could see the tall and straight figure in the kitchen.

The cooker hood was buzzing. Simon was wearing an apron, busying cooking in front of the stove. The smell of rice filled the room. A few minutes later, from the dining room, he asked her to go over. Emily stood up and walked there. There were six dishes and one soup on the table, which was very tasty.

His cooking skills had always been excellent. They had married for four years. During this period, he was the one who prepared the meals at home, though their relationship was strained for at least three and a half years.

Emily took the chopsticks from him with her eyes down, pulled out a chair, and sat down.

Simon bent over opposite her and ladled out steaming soup. Suddenly, Emily seemed to have a feeling that they were still a couple. However, she suddenly remembered the divorce certificate in the drawer. While Emily was eating the rice, Simon suddenly spoke up, "I haven't had such a good meal for a long time!"

"Haven't you had a good meal recently?" Hearing that, she blurted out unconsciously.

"Yes!" Simon pulled his lips, paused, and slowly said as if he wanted to emphasize it: "I can't eat and sleep well!"

Emily tightened her grip on the chopsticks in her hand. Then, she lowered her head to pick up the food to avoid his gaze, which made her feel a little nervous. She paused before changing the topic. "Simon, Boyd has told me that you've helped me a lot about the things related to Maeve and me!"

"Mn." Simon narrowed his peach blossom eyes.

Emily hesitated, wanting to go on talking about this topic. However, Simon did not want to hear her say her ex-boyfriend's name, so he said in a low voice, "Let's eat!"

Fine!

Emily gritted her teeth and swallowed her thanks. Then, she just focused on chewing the chicken wing in her mouth.

After that, neither of them said anything-they faced each other and just ate.

After all, they had lived in this apartment for too long, and they had too many memories. Especially, they could see the big bed in the bedroom right from the dining room. Thus, as they were alone again, Emily felt a little weird.

After eating the rice in her bowl, she put down the chopsticks and looked at Simon, who was sitting opposite her. He was eating with relish gracefully and slowly.

Emily tilted her head and looked at the sky outside the window. On the opposite apartment building, many windows were lighted up.

She had no choice but to urge him. "Simon, haven't you eaten your fill?"

Simon did not stop eating while saying, "I don't want to finish this meal so fast!"

"Why?" Emily frowned confusedly.

Simon did not answer, but his pair of attractive eyes looked up at her. He stared into her eyes silently for a long time. It seemed that his eyes with intense emotions were going to suck her into them like a black hole.

Emily lowered her eyes again and did not dare to say anything.

Finally, when he drank up the soup in the bowl, Simon put down the chopsticks in his hand.

Seeing that he stood up and was ready to clean up, Emily quickly stood up and said, "I'll clean up the dishes. You go back!"

"Let me help you!" Simon insisted.

Emily could not change his mind, so she could only let him do as he pleased.

Time passed by, and the clock on the wall showed that it was already 8:30. Simon's tall and straight figure was still in the kitchen. She stood in front of the window and paced back and forth a few times. After a long-time mental struggle, she finally went to the kitchen.

Since Simon stood in front of the pool, she could only see his back and hear the flowing water.

Emily licked her lips and said, "Simon, have you finished washing? If you have, then..."

As soon as she stepped behind him, Simon suddenly shut off the faucet and turned around. A large shadow of him enveloped Emily, who was caught off guard and fell straight back.

He stretched out his hand and caught her in time. "Be careful!"

His powerful arms wrapped around Emily's waist while her hands pressed against his sturdy chest. Emily cleared her throat and tried her best to be calm down. "Ahem! I can stand by myself now. Let me go!" "But I don't want to let you go."

Panicked, Emily bit her lip and said, "Simon..."

She was almost in his arms, and his handsome facial features were dappled with the light from above. She stared blankly at him as if lost in a trance, her heart beating violently.

Simon's big hand grabbed hers, and he gently caressed her by the calluses on his fingers, which had been caused by scalpels frequently rubbing against his fingers. "Emily, do you still remember my birthday present four years ago?"

His birthday present...

Emily blushed at his question.

Four years ago, she celebrated his birthday for him, though his actual birthday had already passed. They had dinner together, and then he sent her back, saying that she was the birthday gift he would like to have...

Emily shook her head in panic. "No!"

"It's okay, as long as I can remember it!" Simon said, putting his handsome face so close to hers that Emily could see her facial features in his pretty eyes.

It was too late for her to avoid him - the bridge of his tall and straight nose had already touched her nose, and then his nose pressed tight against her face. Emily could feel his burning breath get closer and closer to her...

Surprisingly, Emily slowly closed her eyes.