Purchased A Mr. Right
Chapter 881

Emily lowered her head and unfastened the seatbelt on her, waiting for Simon to unlock the door. But after a long time, he still did not do it. Emily turned her face to remind him, "Simon, we arrived!" Simon, who was sitting on the driver's seat, looked ahead with her peach blossom eyes, his hands tightly clenching on the steering wheel.

As he clenched his hands harder, his knuckles whitened and blue veins stood out on the back of his hands.

Emily, looking at him calmly, was not in a hurry.

"Simon!" She urged.

Simon suddenly turned to look at her.

The stifling atmosphere pushed him to the verge of losing control of his frantic emotions. He wanted to shout out loud to break the deadly silence. However, as his eyes landed on her ghastly pale face, he instantly swallowed his anger and held his tongue.

She had lost a lot of weight, and her chin became pointed.

Her bright, beautiful eyes turned dull and lusterless.

When Simon recalled her pitiful look when she was pushed into the operating room by the nurses, he suddenly became weak all over as if all his strength had been sucked away. His right hand on the steering wheel dropped powerless down.

Click!

When the car door was unlocked, Simon watched her get out of the car and leave.

While walking away, she did not look back once and headed forward slowly without hesitation. It seemed that she was determined not to get entangled with him anymore.

Emily followed Anthea upstairs.

Anthea's apartment was in the middle of the building, which was the best position. Though the apartment was not very big, it was snug. As soon as they entered the door, they could see the large floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room. The indoor lighting was very good, and there were two bedrooms and a living room. Also, the kitchen and bathroom were nice and lovely.

Anthea put her bag on the sofa and poured Emily a glass of water.

"Emily, it's less than a month since you had the operation, so you have to pay attention to everything. I'll take good care of you!" Anthea took her hand and continued, "You're in the weakest period and lack Qi and blood. You should rest well and can't be blown by the wind. Every time you take a bath or wash your hair, you should dry your head and body in time to keep warm. Try not to use the air conditioner. Besides, you can't read or watch TV for too long!"

Emily put down the glass, thinking that Anthea looked more like the director of obstetrics and gynecology than her close friend at this time.

Listening to Anthea's nagging, she could not help but smile and say, "Why does it sound like you're

quite experienced in this field?"

A trace of sadness flashed past Anthea's face, but it disappeared the next second. She raised her eyebrows and smiled. "Emily, I am a doctor, am I not?" Emily shook her head and burst out laughing.

Anthea was afraid that she would feel cold, so she walked over, drew back the white curtains, and let the sunlight flood into the living room.

They were on the 12th floor. Though the apartment was not the top of the building, it still had a wide and clear vision there.

Anthea glanced downstairs, turned his head, and said with hesitation, "Emily, it seems that Dr. Chin has not yet left!" "Let him stay there as he pleases!" said Emily in a low voice.

Seeing this, Anthea did not want to say anything more. She nodded, walked back, and took her to see the bedroom.

Emily thought that she was so sweet and kind to do all of this for her.

The sheets and quilt were all newly changed, and Anthea especially prepared a blanket for her to keep warm because she was afraid that she would catch a cold.

Anthea held her shoulder and said, "Emily, stay here and make yourself at home. It happens that this apartment assigned to me by the hospital has two bedrooms. I've been living in it alone all the time. If you come here, you can accompany me!"

Emily smiled and her eyes moved slightly, but she had already made another decision in her heart.

Anthea turned the key in the lock. She had just finished the night shift and was moving many bags with both hands into the apartment.

Hearing it, Emily got up from the sofa and wanted to help.

However, Anthea did not let her come close for fear that she would be tired. She repeatedly waved her hand and said, "No, Emily, don't do it. Go back to the sofa and rest. I can make two trips to move them!" But since there were too many things, two trips were not enough-she had to make at least four trips.

Most of the bags contained nutritional supplements for Emily to nourish the blood. In addition, there were lots of fresh ingredients.

Almost every day after Anthea came back from work, she would bring back lots of food. Sometimes, it was in the morning after her night shift, and sometimes it was in the evening after her day shift. There were no exceptions every time. Gradually, the kitchen became too small to hold so many things. Emily opened her mouth but finally swallowed the words back.

After Anthea packed up all the things, she took two bottles of edible bird's nest, opened them, and handed them to her. Then she hurriedly said that she had to go out.

About ten minutes later, the security door was opened again.

Emily, with her back to the door, heard the sound of footsteps coming from far to near and going straight to the kitchen.

After a while, he heard Anthea shouting in the kitchen, "Emily, come here and drink the soup!"

Emily put down the bird's nest in her hand and walked to the dining room.

There was a dark blue soup bowl with golden rims on the table. With a spoon, Anthea poured the soup into her bowl and said with a smile, "It's not ribs soup or fish soup today. It's black- bone chicken soup! And there're some red dates and wolfberries in it. It smells so good. Have a try. The soup can help you improve your vitality and nourish your blood!"

Emily pulled out the chair and took the bowl with both hands.

The chicken soup was still very hot. White steam swirled up from it to the air, brushing her eyes. She blew away the steam and sipped. Gradually, her stomach was filled with chicken soup. "Emily, how does it taste?" Anthea hurriedly asked from the side.

"A great cook!" Emily gave her the answer.

When she came in from the living room, Emily smelled the aroma. Although her cooking was not very good, she could still tell that at least five or six hours were needed to make such a bowl of delicious chicken soup. Otherwise, it could not have such a mellow fragrance. Not only the meat but also the bones of the chicken were melted in the soup.

"It's a little hot. I'll go to get a spoon." Emily said as she got up and walked to the kitchen.

When Anthea realized what she was doing, it was too late to stop Emily, who had already stepped into the kitchen. On the marble table was an insulation lunch box. Just now, after pouring the soup out into the bowl, Anthea forgot to hide it into the cupboard...

"Ahem, Emily, actually..."

When Emily found that it was not her who made the soup, Anthea cleared her throat awkwardly and explained, "In fact, I didn't make any soup in the past few days. It was Dr. Chin. He put the soup made by him into the lunch box and brought it here!"

However, Emily did not look very surprised. She held the spoon in her hand and said flatly, "Well, I know the taste of the food made by him."

Anthea was a close friend who grew up together with her. Although they did not go to college together later and then separated for many years, they knew each other well. In fact, Emily was clear that neither of them was a good cook. Anthea was better than her, but she was no match for Simon, who could be considered a chef.

In addition, Simon had been cooking for her for more than four years. How could she not know the taste?