Purchased A Mr. Right novel Chapter 908

Meanwhile, Emily could still hear her aunt scolding her husband. "Hey, since you can't drink so much, why did you still do that? Do you still think that you are young. You have thrown up three times!"

"I'm happy that Simon comes here!"

After that, all that could be heard was the sound of vomiting in the toilet.

Comparatively speaking, Simon's condition was relatively good. He only laid quietly on the bed, with an arm resting between his eyebrows. A smell of alcohol surged out when he breathed.

Emily walked over, leaned over, and nudged his shoulder. "Simon, do you want some honey water?"

She called him again. Simon moved, opened his eyes, and got up with difficulty. Then he said in a hoarse voice, "Okay, thank you!"

It seemed that the alcohol made his hands out of control.

He drank the water a little hurriedly, and a lot of water spilled from the corners of his mouth. Emily quickly pulled a tissue out of the tissue box and said, "Slow down. Here is the tissue."

Simon extended his hand to take the tissue. Meanwhile, he also grabbed her hand.

But it was different this time. He seemed to be conscious and did it forcibly. It seemed that he was afraid that she would leave far away if he let go of her.

Emily frowned and wanted to get rid of him, but he gripped her so tightly that her knuckles were a little painful. Just as she was about to lose her temper, he said in a hoarse voice. "Emily, you ever asked me if I lived a good life. Now I'm telling you I've been living a very poor life in the past six months!"

"..." Emily pursed her lips.

When they met each other again at that time, they greeted each other politely, but he didn't tell her the truth at that time...

Because he was drunk, his eyes were twinkling. "I went to Tbridge city for you. You said that you wanted to see the sunset on the snow mountain. When I opened my eyes many times there, I always felt that everything had not changed. You are still my woman, my Mrs. Chin, and we haven't separated..."

Every time he closed his eyes and opened them, it was as if he could hear her calling him Simon like before.

The sound was repeated far to near.

However, when he tried to look for it, he found it was all his illusion.

"Simon.." Emily took a deep breath and tried to stop him from continuing to speaking.

But Simon held her hand and placed it on his chest, as if he could not wait to let her reach into his heart. He muttered disappointedly, "Half a year ago, you were still my woman, but now you have become the woman I can only imagine what it must have been like if you're mine!"

"Simon, you are drunk!" Emily reminded him.

Simon, however, looked at her stubbornly with his dim eyes. "I am not drunk. If I am really drunk, I can't help kissing you!"

Emily's eyes widened, and his unexpected words shocked her.

A sound came from the door. It was her uncle, who came back from the toilet. She quickly broke free from his hands. Fortunately, Simon didn't embarrass her at this time. He lay back on the pillow and restored his previous posture.

Emily placed the hand that had been grabbed behind her back. The burning heat on the fingertips had not yet dispersed, and she could still feel his heartbeat.

Her aunt helped her uncle, who had already closed his eyes, to the bed. After covering the quilt for him, her aunt asked with concern, "Is Simon all right?"

"He's fine." Emily shook her head.

Glancing at Simon, who was closing his eyes again, Emily pursed her lips and said, "Aunt, let's go back to sleep..."