Purchased A Mr. Right novel Chapter 774

She subconsciously shoved her hands against his chest, but he wouldn't move.

Compared to last night when he pressed a savage kiss on her lips, he got aggressive this time. While struggling, she accidentally bit his thin lips. However, the taste of blood on his lips made him kiss her viciously without any intention of stopping.

They got all the emotion out of them which had been stored up. The car pulsed with indescribable eroticism.

She could hardly breathe. Although she had been trying hard to push away him, she could not help feeling hot in her heart.

In the past four years, they did it thousands of times. When she closed her eyes, she could conjure up in exact color almost every night they shared together, so her hips wiggled subconsciously...

Through the windshield, she could still see a crowd of noisy children who were playing on the swing in the distance. A slight night breeze rose, wafting the innocent voices past them.

Emily suddenly thought of her child. When her collar was pulled opened by his big hand, she was suddenly awakened.

"No..."

Emily whispered, and then struggled wildly, "Simon, no!"

She shook her head desperately while she used one hand to push his chest and placed her other hand quietly on her lower abdomen. The doctor told her not to undertake any strenuous exercise in the first trimester...

Just now, he held her spellbound with his impulsive kisses so that she almost forgot about it.

"Please, please! I don't want to do it!" Emily kept shaking her head.

Simon held her shoulders tightly. When he wanted to bend down to kiss her again, he could feel her reluctance. His amorous eyes narrowed. When he saw the terrified but determined look on her face, he gasped.

His thin lips slightly twitched as he said coldly, "Emily, you don't want me to touch you?"

"..." Emily bit her lip tightly.

He gradually relaxed his grip on her shoulders as he drew back. She quickly pulled up her collar and sat down, holding herself tightly with her hands. All the trembles and cries vanished without a trace.

She darted a sly sideways glance at Simon who had already sat back in the driver's seat. His eyes were crinkled as the look in his face hardened. God alone knew what he thought.

Twenty minutes later, the black Cayenne drove back to the residential building.

The same heavy, brooding silence descended on them. After the car stopped, Simon got out of the driver's seat, moved round the car, and opened the door on her side.

Looking at the big hand coming toward her, thinking of what had just happened, Emily looked at him warily.

When Simon saw this, he said with a self-deprecating smile, "Don't worry, I won't touch you again!"

As his voice faded, her seat belt slowly fell off. Emily was startled and couldn't help looking up. At this moment, his eyes dulled. She was conscious that behind his eyes was a whole universe of pain.

Emily felt her throat constricted.

For a moment, she wanted to grab his big hand.

With her head lowered, she walked out of the car and closed the door. Simon didn't move. He leaned on the front of the car with a lit cigarette in his hand. As he exhaled, smoke dispersed again and again.

When Emily was about to leave, he asked in a low voice, "If I want to make up with you, will you change your mind?"

She pursed her lips.