Purchased A Mr. Right novel Chapter 926

Simon was strong. It was almost effortless for him to carry her on his right shoulder as if he were carrying a sack.

Everything in her sight was spinning. By the time she realized what was happening, she was carried upside down. The only thing she could see was his sturdy butt.

She looked away awkwardly and struggled with all her strength, trying to jump off his shoulder.

However, it turned out that she was only wasting her strength.

Carrying Emily, Simon clasped her legs tightly with his hand. No matter how hard she struggled, it was of no use. Angrily, she shouted, "Hey, Simon! Put me down! Do you hear me? B*stard, you b*stard!"

Simon seemed to turn a deaf ear to her curse, striding forward. After a few hundred meters, he went straight down a small intersection.

Because it was already dark at this time, the light was already very dim, and there were trees all around. Simon could only vaguely see a small village in the distance where there were a few scattered lights.

Emily was unwilling to give in, writhing with all her strength, "Simon, put me down. Do you hear me? B*stard, put me down!"

Slap!

A crisp sound rang.

Along with the slap, Emily stopped yelling with her face turned red.

After she realized what Simon had just done to her, she was ashamed and resentful. Although he didn't slap too hard, and it was not very hurt, her face was feeling numb and the temperature of his palm.

When she opened her mouth and was about to call him a rogue, Simon's low voice came. He said in a slow and somewhat sinister way, "Emily, there may be wolves or snakes in the mountains nearby. If you shout again, I will throw you there!"

Emily swallowed her saliva.

Although she knew that Simon was scaring her on purpose, she looked around. As the night breeze blew, there was a gloomy atmosphere among the trees for no reason. She felt some fear in her heart, and in the end, she shut her mouth out of fear.

"Fine!"

Carrying Emily, Simon walked without stopping.

After walking for about an hour, they finally stopped at the entrance of a brightly lit courtyard of a house.

Finally, Simon put her down. Although she did not walk, she felt that her waist was aching after maintaining bent for such a long time. Then she took a glance at Simon, who was walking up the stairs.

"He doesn't even pant after walking such a long distance while carrying me. He's still as strong as before, is he?" she thought to herself, "Such a pervert!

It was obvious that the wooden door was old, whose paint was barely left.

Simon knocked on the door. After a while, an old voice sounded, "Who is it?"

"Sorry to disturb you!" Simon raised his voice.

The footsteps came out, and the door opened. It was a middle-aged man with grey hair on his temples. Perhaps because he had lived in the village all year round, he looked older than his peers in the city, and the wrinkles on his face were obvious.

"Who are you?" The middle-aged man looked at them with a blank face.

Simon said politely and humbly, "Mister, our car broke down on the mountain road. We were trapped for a while and couldn't go back. Can you let my wife and me stay at your place for a night?"

The middle-aged man looked kind and honest. When he heard that, he did not say much, hurriedly invited them to enter the house, and even called his wife to help.