Purchased A Mr. Right
Chapter 778

As she looked up, she saw the trouser legs of the green surgical suit, which were amazingly stiff as his dress pants. He smelled of disinfectant mixed with the familiar masculine scent. All of a sudden, a chill stole over her body.

"Emily!"

She heard someone growled above her head.

The silence struck terror into her heart, and she was shaking with fear.

She couldn't disguise the fact that she felt uncomfortable. It took a lot of effort for her to slowly raise her head. When she met Simon's gaze, her heart sank.

His eyes were hard and dark as gun barrels, which could shoot out bullets at any time.

The next second, he suddenly grabbed her wrist. Feeling his grip was constantly tightening, Emily could only force herself to calm down and cried out in a loud voice, "You scared me! Simon, what are you doing!"

"You know it!" Simon held her hand tightly, his neck veins bulging, "You are keeping something from me. How dare you keep such an important thing from me!"

Emily was swallowing hard, breathing heavily. "What... did I conceal!"

Simon's amorous eyes narrowed into slits. He suddenly raised his voice and asked, "Where do you want to go with my child?"

"How could you..." Emily turned pale with fright and stood rooted to the ground.

Fear clutched at her heart. She was shaking all over, trembling like a leaf.

How did he know...

She failed to hide it from him. He finally knew it.

At this time, between astonishment and despair, she hardly knew what to do, Simon's face blurred before her eyes. Almost subconsciously, she covered her belly with her hands, as if she was silently complaining that this child was hers, and no one could take him/her away from her.

When Simon saw her action, he was incandescent with rage, fire burning in his eyes.

Raising another big hand to control both of her hands, he was almost exasperated and roared, like a fireball that could explode at any time, "Emily, you are pregnant, and now you want to escape with my baby. Tell you what, I won't let this happen unless you step over my dead body!"

After that, he pulled her to leave.

He wanted to bend over and carry her on his shoulder like carrying a sack out of habit, but he seemed to have thought of something and suddenly stopped. He glanced at her flat lower abdomen and then carefully carried her in his arms.

"Hey, let go of me-"

Emily cried out in a low voice, struggling crazily to break free.

Simon acted as if he didn't hear anything. He didn't care a crowd of onlookers gathered around them. Some security guards along the way tried to stop him, but they were all frightened by his eyes, so he walked out of the waiting hall in the blink of an eye.

To her surprise, the black Cayenne was parked in the middle of the parking lot.

Emily was forcefully shoved into the passenger's seat by him. Although he seemed to be very rough, when he put her down, he deliberately slowed down and did not hurt her.

After he fastened her seat belt, he locked the car doors.

His movement was so fast that even Emily had no time to resist. She could only pat the car window in a panic and turned to glare at Simon, who was starting the engine, and shouted, "Simon, let me go!" "No way!" Simon's lips curled up as he refused her frostily.

Emily clenched her fists. At this time, the Cayenne had already driven out of the parking lot, and the siren of the cars droned. She could only look at the airport lobby, which fell away in the rearview mirror. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Then, she took out her cell phone.

She dialed a number quickly. Gritting her teeth, she said, "Help me! I..."

Before she could finish her sentence, her phone was snatched away by his hand stretching over to her. She noticed that there was something a little severe and forbidding about his face. "Sorry, I've dialed the wrong number!"

Then he hung up the phone directly.

He opened the glove box and threw the cell phone, which he had turned off, into it. Then he closed it directly.

Emily looked at him in disbelief. When she calmed down, she gritted her teeth, her nails digging into her palms, and angrily pulled the seat belt on her body. "Simon, let me get off the car. I'm going to board the plane. I need to go back to the airport! Now!"

Simon glanced at her and replied slowly, "Emily, if you struggle again, I will shoot you a tranquilizer dart!"

Emily suddenly fell silent.

Judging by his cold eyes, she realized that he was not joking!

She kept her hands folded on her lower abdomen in horror as she peeped at his handsome face. Now the fact of her pregnancy couldn't be concealed anymore. What should she do now... Unconsciously, the black Cayenne had already driven back to her apartment district.

As if nothing had changed, the security guard Mr. Weil in the security room still waved at them enthusiastically.

After the car was parked, Emily looked at the building in front of her, tumult of feelings inside her fought for supremacy. In just three or four hours, all of these dimmed memories flooded back again! When the memories consumed her, Simon had walked around the car and opened the door for her.

As soon as he unbuckled her seat belt, he lifted her up in arms again.

Just like in the airport hall, all her struggles were in vain. When the door was opened with the key, Emily returned to the so-called wedding room again. Every corner of the room was overlaid with memories of their past.

Finally, she landed on both feet again. She stood up from the sofa, and all she could see was the green color on his clothes.

She still remembered that in the last phone call, he sharply said that he couldn't send her off for an operation in the morning. He must have rushed to the airport as soon as he got out of the operating table. So, he didn't even have time to take off his surgical suit.

Emily's heart was beating fast. She breathed deeply and asked, "Simon, what do you want?"

"I got to hand it to you. I also want to know what you want to do!" Simon's eyes narrowed. He had stored up all his anger and snarled savagely, "You are pregnant!"

Just like before, he was not questioning her, but telling a simple truth.

He was so firm as if he was stating that the earth was round but not flat.

"... Yes!" Emily knew that she couldn't lie anymore. She pursed her lips and said, "But this has nothing to do with you..."

"Don't pretend, you know better than anyone!" Simon said nastily through clenched teeth.

Emily clenched her fists, as if she was trying to make the final struggle. She said frostily to cover up her nervousness, "Why are you in such a temper? Maybe you are not his father!" "His father can't be anyone else!" Simon said without the slightest hesitation.