Purchased A Mr. Right
Chapter 780

It was a special day for Emily had been lifted by him numerous times.

Simon hooked his foot under the chair and dragged it over and put her on it as gently as she was a fragile glass. When he loosened his grip, he couldn't help touching her head.

He touched her with a convincing show of affection...

In the days before they divorced, he always did this.

Biting her lip, Emily turned her head and recoiled from his hand. Looking down, she saw neat bowls and tableware placed and impressed by the variety of dishes on the table in front of her. She counted silently in her heart, six courses and one broth.

Let alone two of them, it was enough even if two more people joined them!

Was he just busy with cooking in the kitchen when she was asleep?

No wonder she always heard the exhauster whirring in her sleep. Besides, Emily noticed that those dishes were nutritionally balanced.

He must cook those with heart and soul, especially the chicken broth, filling the room with the savory smell.

Gritting her teeth, she said, "I'm not hungry!"

Simon prised her fingers and pushed a fork and spoon into her hands. Although he looked lazy, his tone was very tough. "Eat something even if you're not hungry. You're not alone. Think about your child!" Hearing the last two words, she held her breath. However, instead of relaxing her grip, she clenched the fork and spoon tightly.

After divorce, except for the night of his birthday, it was true that she hadn't eaten dishes he produced for a long time. In the previous four years, he almost cooked for her every day. Even in the three years when their relationship had become frosty, he would make breakfast every day. So after divorce, many times she felt takeout tasted foul.

When she chewed the food, she had to admit that she felt quite nostalgic for the past years.

After conception, she was disinterested in food. Although she no longer felt sick, she might suddenly take a dislike to foods that she previously enjoyed. A few days ago, when she returned to the town to eat the meal cooked by her aunt, she felt the same.

Strangely, the dishes he cooked gave her a good appetite, so she couldn't help reaching out to the plates.

Simon pulled out a chair and sat opposite her. "Emily, how's your morning sickness? Do you still feel sick?"

"No, I'm fine." Emily had her head down.

Simon continued to ask, "In addition to this, what else do you feel?"

"Nothing." Emily pursed her lips.

Simon frowned slightly. "What's troubling you? For example, one may feel dizzy caused by low blood pressure during pregnancy. By the way, have you done a detailed prenatal examination?" Emily stopped there, holding the fork. "Simon, do you really want me to eat now?"

"OK!" Simon curled his lips and dropped the subject. He took an empty bowl beside him, filled her a steaming bowl of chicken broth, and put it beside her. "Have a taste, it's good for our child!"

Child...

He had just asked her so many questions, all of which expressed his concern for the child.

He had already made it clear that he wanted this child and warned her that she could not deprive him of his right to be a father...

Well, he asked these for the child.

Emily cast her eyes down and tightened her grip on the fork.

After the meal, before she made a move, Simon had already cleared away. When he came out of the kitchen, he picked up the surgical suit on the sofa, which had been taken off after he came back from the airport.

It was getting late. He glanced at the clock on the wall and said, "I have to go back to the hospital later!"

When Emily saw the phone he was holding in his hand, she guessed that there was something in the hospital that he needed to handle.

Hearing his words, a light of hope came into her eyes.

Simon's eyes narrowed as if he had sensed her thoughts. "Emily, don't try to steal my child while I'm away. I've already taken away your passport and ID cards. You can't leave!"

"..." Emily glared at him.

He was right. In that moment just now, she thought so.

Simon's lips curled up slightly, and he was confident that he got everything under control.

After the door was closed, Emily was the only one left in the house. Maybe because she had slept for nearly an afternoon, but she was not sleepy at night. She turned on the television and watched a reality TV show.

When it was about to end, her cell phone rang.

After glancing at the screen, Emily picked it up and put it beside her ear. She asked angrily, "Why do you call me? Do you want to see if I've run away or not?"

On the line, Simon's deep laughter could be faintly heard. He said in a thoughtful tone, "Well, as a doctor, I have to say being angry is no good for a pregnant woman!" Emily couldn't help rolling her eyes.

But even so, after hearing what he said, she still raised her hand and touched her belly, afraid that her baby would be harmed.

"Simon, what are you doing calling at this time of night?" She asked, pursing her lips.

Simon said on the other side in a low voice, "You didn't eat much tonight. I'll pass by some busy streets later. Don't you like the snacks there? Whatever you want to eat, I'll buy you nutritious ones for you. You can't eat them often, it's all right to have a taste occasionally!"

"Whatever!" Emily said perfunctorily.

In fact, she had a good appetite for dinner, but because of her bad mood, she didn't eat much...

After hanging up the phone, she switched the channel again and watched a television show.

Half an hour later, she heard a sound like a door was being opened.

Her whole body was slightly stiff. She adjusted her sitting posture and focused on the scene on TV. After the female patient was confirmed that she was not pregnant, she abandoned herself to excessive grief. All her signs of being pregnant were caused by too much stress in her life...

Simon had changed into slippers and walked to the dining room. When he passed by the living room, he said, "Emily, come here!"

Emily wanted to stay still there, but finally got up. She was afraid that he would come over and carry her to the table like he did at dinner.

After entering the dining room, she widened her eyes. "Why did you buy so many sneaks?"

She didn't exaggerate, because the table was full of plastic bags and meal boxes, which totally shocked her. She even suspected that he had brought all the snacks on the street!

Simon slightly raised his chin and propped his elbow upon the table. "You said whatever. I don't know which one you want to eat. I just bought every snack on the street!"

"..." Emily swallowed hard.

Well, this was indeed his style!

Simon handed her a fork and said lazily, "Eat the hot food. I'll bring the cold ones to the microwave! If you need me to feed you, I enjoy doing so!'