Purchased A Mr. Right novel Chapter 782

After that, she trotted away as if she saw scared by a huge monster.

As soon as she ran around the bed, Simon sat up with his arms crossed over his chest and said evenly, "Don't forget your slippers!"

Emily: "..."

She had to stop and turn back to pick up the slippers on the carpet.

Not daring to look at him again, she didn't even put them on but quickly ran out of the study with them in her hands. He could tell how flurried she was from the dull thud when she closed her bedroom door.

After a long time, Simon looked away. A flicker of a smile crossed his face and he sighed. "What a pity!"

If she didn't run so fast, she would have been on her bed by now.

He glanced at his rumpled shirt and trousers on the chair in front of the window. His eyes narrowed into two small pinpricks, shone with mischief.

After the narrow squeak last night, it was already half-past nine by the time Emily woke up.

She yawned as came out of the bedroom. In front of the dining table, Simon, who had prepared a slap-up and nutritious breakfast, gazed at her, arching an eyebrow. "Good morning, Emily!"

Recalling what happened last night, a look of embarrassment appeared on Emily's face. She said in a low, slow voice, "Morning..."

Simon seemed to be off work. After breakfast, he had been staying at home. She could see his tall and straight figure walking around everywhere. The only thing that Emily could do was to force herself not to involuntarily gaze at him.

At this moment, he stopped walking.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him sit on the sofa nearby, holding the two books in his hands, one of which he had marked his place by bending the corner of a page over. She didn't know when he had read one-third of it...

She tried hard to turn her attention on the television, but she still couldn't help but peep at him.

Seeing that he read with a seriousness that would only appear when he worked in the hospital with a doctor's gown. After a while, he stopped, shifting the book to his left hand and put his right hand down into the trouser pocket.

Emily knew that he wanted to smoke.

Sure enough, what he took out from his pocket were a cigarette case and a lighter.

He picked up a cigarette with two of his slender fingers. However, he seemed to have thought of something and then threw them on the table.

Emily cast her eyes down silently.

He did so for the sake of the child.

She subconsciously clenched her fists on her knees and gazed at her belly, her lower lip trembled.

"Emily, penny for your thoughts!"

Suddenly, his deep voice rang in her ears, giving her a fright.

At some point, Simon had closed the book and sat next to her. His amorous eyes were fixed on her face.

Emily was stunned. "What?"

Simon raised his chin slightly and asked again, "Which do you prefer, apple or cherry?"