Purchased A Mr. Right novel Chapter 614

No self-respecting man could stand having their authority challenged or even slandered to a certain degree. Simon remembered what she said about and he felt a nasty taste in his mouth.

He marched up to her, cracking his knuckles.

He drew near, seething with resentment to find Emily lying unconscious at the bar with her glass empty. He grabbed her shoulder, gnashing his teeth, "What a lucky night that I find you in such a state!"

"What nonsense did you tell everyone last night? Hmm? Do you dare to repeat those things again?" Simon's alluring eyes glinted with rage. No woman had angered him so much before. Applying more strength, he shoved her roughly, "Quit pretending to be dead! Admit it! You've always wanted to look strong! I'm talking to you! Look up!"

Emily ignored him, allowing him to seize her shoulder as she tried to keep her face concealed by the short locks of hair hanging over her.

Losing his patience, Simon brusquely grabbed her chin and lifted her face, forcing her to see him.

But before the first syllable of what seemed like the ugliest words he was about to utter, he caught the tears in her eyes, and everything he meant to say got stuck in his throat.

She was crying...

Simon froze.

He had seen women crying before. In fact, he always hated it when women cried and no amount of tears would win any brownie points from him.

But the warm droplets of moisture in her eyes only seemed to slip all the way into his heart, causing a sensation that he had never once felt before. That this woman was only a stranger that he had only known from three short encounters before made it all the more surrealistic.

He did not even know her name.

Simon's Adam's apple rolled nervously. For the first time in his life, he found himself at a loss of what to do with a crying woman.

Emily's tolerance for heavy drinks had never been good in the first place. When she first gulped down the first glass the waiter brought her, she was already tipsy even before the brown walnut liquid scorched its way from her throat into her stomach. But she still wanted more to fully dull her sense.

Five years, five years...

Emily peered up at the myriads of light shafts slicing here and there through the dark ceilings above her, feeling herself pitiful, pathetic, and ridiculous all the same.

The woman's "my man" and "lost a child three months ago" echoed nonstop in her mind and every reverberation only seemed to aggravate her sorrows.

"You're a frugal person, Emily. You've worked to help pay for my tuition. Don't worry. When I'm ready, I'll apply for a position at the branch office in the country so that we can be back together. We'll get married then..."

His promise reared its head again like a ghost from the past, causing more tears to stream down her eyes.

Boyd was her first love and the only man to have appeared in her world. She liked to pester him playfully, watch his bright and cheerful smile, and most importantly, how he doted on her and pampered on her poor attitude.

The first three years of campus were so sweet and the following two years of her prudent and meticulous care in money while waiting for him like a silly girl were all requited with blatant betrayal. She had been pinning her hopes on his return so that they could marry and build a family together, not knowing that Boyd already had a family of his own in Country M: having another woman to come home to and formerly a child to call his own.

It was a five-year-long relationship that Emily had practically invested every blood, sweat, and tear into, only for the wrong reasons and undoubtedly the wrong man.

How could she not be sad?