Purchased A Mr. Right novel Chapter 780

It was a special day for Emily had been lifted by him numerous times.

Simon hooked his foot under the chair and dragged it over and put her on it as gently as she was a fragile glass. When he loosened his grip, he couldn't help touching her head.

He touched her with a convincing show of affection...

In the days before they divorced, he always did this.

Biting her lip, Emily turned her head and recoiled from his hand. Looking down, she saw neat bowls and tableware placed and impressed by the variety of dishes on the table in front of her.

She counted silently in her heart, six courses and one broth.

Let alone two of them, it was enough even if two more people joined them!

Was he just busy with cooking in the kitchen when she was asleep?

No wonder she always heard the exhauster whirring in her sleep. Besides, Emily noticed that those dishes were nutritionally balanced.

He must cook those with heart and soul, especially the chicken broth, filling the room with the savory smell.

Gritting her teeth, she said, "I'm not hungry!"

Simon prised her fingers and pushed a fork and spoon into her hands. Although he looked lazy, his tone was very tough. "Eat something even if you're not hungry. You're not alone. Think about your child!"

Hearing the last two words, she held her breath. However, instead of relaxing her grip, she clenched the fork and spoon tightly.

After divorce, except for the night of his birthday, it was true that she hadn't eaten dishes he produced for a long time. In the previous four years, he almost cooked for her every day. Even in the three years when their relationship had become frosty, he would make breakfast every day. So after divorce, many times she felt takeout tasted foul.

When she chewed the food, she had to admit that she felt quite nostalgic for the past years.

After conception, she was disinterested in food. Although she no longer felt sick, she might suddenly take a dislike to foods that she previously enjoyed. A few days ago, when she returned to the town to eat the meal cooked by her aunt, she felt the same.

Strangely, the dishes he cooked gave her a good appetite, so she couldn't help reaching out to the plates.

Simon pulled out a chair and sat opposite her. "Emily, how's your morning sickness? Do you still feel sick?"

"No, I'm fine." Emily had her head down.

Simon continued to ask, "In addition to this, what else do you feel?"

"Nothing." Emily pursed her lips.

Simon frowned slightly. "What's troubling you? For example, one may feel dizzy caused by low blood pressure during pregnancy. By the way, have you done a detailed prenatal examination?"

Emily stopped there, holding the fork. "Simon, do you really want me to eat now?"

"OK!" Simon curled his lips and dropped the subject. He took an empty bowl beside him, filled her a steaming bowl of chicken broth, and put it beside her. "Have a taste, it's good for our child!"

Child...

He had just asked her so many questions, all of which expressed his concern for the child.

He had already made it clear that he wanted this child and warned her that she could not deprive him of his right to be a father...

Well, he asked these for the child.

Emily cast her eyes down and tightened her grip on the fork.