Purchased A Mr. Right novel Chapter 609

On an early summer night, a taxi quietly slowed to a halt outside a hotel.

At the wheel, the driver pulled the handbrake and peered into his rearview mirror, and quietly handed a few sheets of tissue. Emily took them and tossed them to her cousin Selena who had never stopped crying since she got onboard.

Emily had just earned her red scarf that year when her parents died in an accident. She was taken to her aunt's home who raised her where she grew up with her cousin Selena who was three years her junior, who had enrolled into College G at Ice City just last year.

Just a half month ago, she got together with this boy and life was sweet for her every day. But they broke up just a few days ago and she has been in such a state since then!

Flicking away the tears that got to her hand with disgust, Emily rolled her eyes, "That's enough, Selena! It's not a big deal! It's not worth crying for scum like him!"

"You know nothing! You don't understand how painful I am!" cried Selena angrily, "Hmph, I'd like to know how you'd feel if Boyd is cheating on you one day!"

That made Emily livid. "Don't compare the jerks you know to Boyd! We've been dating for four years since college and we mean to get married! Talk nonsense again, Selena, and you're on your own!"

"I'm sorry, Sis!" Selena quickly grabbed her arm.

"Yes, it's here!" Selena stopped crying and nodded immediately.

Emily sighed exasperatedly and caressed her cousin's tearful little face. She said, "I do this for you, Selena, and you feel satisfied, you promise you’ll stop your shenanigans so that your parents won' t have to be worried anymore?"

"Yup!" Selena nodded her head earnestly, her innocent face full of indignation.

Emily shook her head wearily at that. What a big baby!

"So you sure that the scum's at Room 1109?"

"He is," Selena held her phone, nodding with hesitation.

Emily raised a hand and gave her an "OK" signal, and she opened the cab door and walked up the steps in her high heels.

Inside the hotel suite number 1109.

A floor lamp in the suite cast a soft illumination around the room. From inside the fog-covered glass door of the bathroom was the sound of running water and one could vaguely make out the tall and slender figure of the man.

Knock! Knock!

A loud rapping came from the door then it swung open to emit some footsteps.

Wheels squeaked as a trolley came in and the waiter respectfully called, "Your room service, sir!"

"Leave it there," ordered the deep male voice from inside the bathroom.

The food trolley was parked by the window before the footsteps gradually retreated away, followed by the sound of the door clicking shut.

The bathroom door swung open after a while and the steam from inside flooded into the room. Simon Chin stood at the tap with a razor blade. The barechested man examined himself in the mirror and began shaving his beard with only a bath towel around his waist.

Working for more than ten hours at the operating table left him with such fatigue that only a bath could provide little comfort to him.

He placed down his razor and rubbed his chin and stepped out of the bathroom later. He stopped at the dining trolley and opened the cloche to have a look at the delicious room service he ordered before his bath.