Purchased A Mr. Right novel Chapter 648

At the same time, Emily tightened her grip on the key in her hand.

Burglary?

This was the first thought that came to her mind. All of a sudden, her heart thumped with fear.

No wonder she felt that something was wrong when she inserted the key just now. She never forgot locking the door when she left home, but today, the door was unlocked. Since the day Mr. Hogg gave her this apartment, she lived alone, so no one was supposed to appear here!

Emily carefully identified the sound, and made sure that it came from the kitchen.

She took a deep breath and grabbed the antique porcelain vases decorated on the shoe shelf. As she walked in lightly, she quietly took the phone out of her pocket.

Against the wall, she passed through the hall and approached the kitchen step by step.

After the line was connected, Emily lowered her voice and said, "Hello, someone is in my home..."

When she saw the tall and straight figure in the kitchen, she suddenly froze until she heard the operator urging her from the phone. She quickly replied awkwardly, "Sorry, everything is all right!"

It was not thieves who broke into the house, but Simon!

He was in a dark grey casual suit, and the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up around his elbow, revealing his healthy and muscular forearms. At this time, he was standing in front of the kitchen table with his back to her. He was holding a spoon with his left hand, and ladled soup into it with his right hand holding a porcelain bowl. Although he wore an apron, he had no womanish manner. On the contrary, he was very masculine, with strong visual impact of a family man.

He might have heard the sound, so he stopped filling the bowl but turned around and noticed the vase in her hand with a composed expression. He looked so natural in here. "You're back."

"Why are you here?"

Emily swallowed hard in a daze and pointed at him with a comical smile.

When she came in just now, the door was closed, so he couldn't have levered the door open. Besides, she lived in upper floor, so he could not have come in through the window. “Simon, how could you get the key to my home?"

Hearing this, Simon lazily curled his lips. "Charlie gave it me."

The corners of Emily's mouth twitched.

She forgot that they were good friends...

Emily put down her sore hand, which held the vase for a long time. It was really a false alarm. She turned around and walked back to the hall. She put on her slippers and then walked over him again. Only then did she find that there was already four dishes and one soup on the table.

However, they were much better than what she had cooked before for the tantalizing aroma wafted towards her.

Twilight merged into total darkness, while the room was filled with the captivating smell of dishes. When she just came back, she was so nervous that she didn't smell it. At this time, looking at the dishes on the table, she felt a little dizzy, as if she really had a home...

Simon stroke off her hand, which stretched out to the plate with spoon. "Wash your hands!" "Oh!" Emily ached that she couldn't help bare her teeth. She followed his order while turned to look back the dishes on the table repeatedly at every step.

Finally, she could sit down and eat. She still doubted his cooking skill, after all, sometimes it might not be delicious when it looked good. However, the dishes on the table tasted so good that she almost burst into tears.

Emily's mouth was full of food, and she spoke like a squirrel. She looked at him with an exaggerated look and said, "Simon, were you a chef? How can these be so delicious!"

Not only did she say this out of politeness, but these dishes were really wonderful. She didn't expect that the man who was used to using cold scalpels could cook. It was unbelievable. In fact, when he said that he would cook last time, she didn't believe him.

A fascinating smile appeared on Simon's face, and he gazed at her meaningfully. "I told you. I am responsible for filling your stomach, and your work is make me happy."

Emily chocked.