Purchased A Mr. Right novel Chapter 848

Emily swallowed hard and gazed at her in a daze. She suddenly felt that Anthea was not happy traveling around the world in the past few years.

Anthea flicked the ashes into the grass beside her. When she was about to take another drag, a big hand took away the cigarette.

With a shadow shrouding her back, Emily turned around subconsciously. The first things she saw were the pair of military boots. As she looked up, the well- built figure was wrapped in a camouflage training outfit. Then came Adam's handsome but not smiling face.

The expression on his face never changed, but she noticed that he looked grim with an accusing look in his eyes.

"Brother...." Emily couldn't help but stand up.

Every time Adam showed up, he would project a high-wattage aura.

Perhaps it was because of the military uniform he wore, or he looked too upstanding and serious. Each time when Emily saw him, she would feel respect for him, and undoubtedly, a little nervous.

She swallowed and glanced at her good friend out of the corner of her eye.

Anthea did not move but still sat as firm as a rock, looking up at him indifferently.

Adam threw the cigarette he had snatched away from her on the ground and crushed it underfoot. Then, he picked it up and threw it ruthlessly into the trash can. His pair of pitch-black eyes were full of anger.

"When did you take to smoking?"

Adam asked the same question as what Emily said just now, but Anthea's tone was obviously different. She spat out the remaining smoke in her mouth and replied, "It has nothing to do with you, my uncle-inlaw!"

Maybe she was being deliberately provocative for she emphasized on last few syllables.

Anthea looked away from his cruel and hard eyes and took out another cigarette and lighter from her pocket. She put the cigarette in her mouth, trying to lit it again.

But she didn't succeed, because Adam had seized the cigarette and pulled her up from the bench at the same time.

How could Anthea get off of him? She was lifted to him like a small chick. His hands were rough and calloused, from years of gun training so that she couldn't get free. "What are you doing? Let me go! Adam—"

Adam narrowed his eyes in silence. Without saying a word, he took her arm masterfully and led her out of the park.

Emily opened and shut her mouth. Before she could utter a word, Anthea had been taken out of the gate of the park. In the darkness, Adam looked more big and burly man for he forced her to walk with only one arm around her shoulder.

When Emily saw this, she couldn't help but want to follow them.

All of a sudden there was a noise. As she looked around, she saw a tall and straight figure standing next to the big tree.

Simon had already changed his surgical suit to a short grey charcoal jacket. At this time, he leaned lazily on the tree with one hand in her pocket, as if he had watched a good show for a long time.

It seemed that he had come with his elder brother, Adam, but she did not notice him just now.

When he held her hand, she was still gazing at the two figures, especially Adam's tensed muscles beneath the camouflage and his serious face...

She swallowed hard and asked worriedly, "Simon, will... your brother hit girls?"

"Sometimes!" Simon frowned.

"Ah?" Emily began to panic.

"Just kidding!" Simon's lips curled up when he saw that she was fooled. He pinched her face with his slender fingers and said lazily, "He is a soldier. Hitting a woman is against his principles. What's more, look at your friend, will she just stand still, waiting for the blow to fall?"

As he motioned by slightly raising his chin, Emily once again looked over.