Purchased A Mr. Right novel Chapter 614

No self-respecting man could stand having their authority challenged or even slandered to a certain degree. Simon remembered what she said about and he felt a nasty taste in his mouth.

He marched up to her, cracking his knuckles.

He drew near, seething with resentment to find Emily lying unconscious at the bar with her glass empty. He grabbed her shoulder, gnashing his teeth, "What a lucky night that I find you in such a state!"

"What nonsense did you tell everyone last night? Hmm? Do you dare to repeat those things again?" Simon's alluring eyes glinted with rage. No woman had angered him so much before. Applying more strength, he shoved her roughly, "Quit pretending to be dead! Admit it! You've always wanted to look strong! I'm talking to you! Look up!"

Emily ignored him, allowing him to seize her shoulder as she tried to keep her face concealed by the short locks of hair hanging over her.

Losing his patience, Simon brusquely grabbed her chin and lifted her face, forcing her to see him.

But before the first syllable of what seemed like the ugliest words he was about to utter, he caught the tears in her eyes, and everything he meant to say got stuck in his throat.

She was crying...

Simon froze.

He had seen women crying before. In fact, he always hated it when women cried and no amount of tears would win any brownie points from him.

But the warm droplets of moisture in her eyes only seemed to slip all the way into his heart, causing a sensation that he had never once felt before. That this woman was only a stranger that he had only known from three short encounters before made it all the more surrealistic.

He did not even know her name.

Simon's Adam's apple rolled nervously. For the first time in his life, he found himself at a loss of what to do with a crying woman.

Emily's tolerance for heavy drinks had never been good in the first place. When she first gulped down the first glass the waiter brought her, she was already tipsy even before the brown walnut liquid scorched its way from her throat into her stomach. But she still wanted more to fully dull her sense.

Five years, five years...

Emily peered up at the myriads of light shafts slicing here and there through the dark ceilings above her, feeling herself pitiful, pathetic, and ridiculous all the same.

The woman's "my man" and "lost a child three months ago" echoed nonstop in her mind and every reverberation only seemed to aggravate her sorrows.

"You're a frugal person, Emily. You've worked to help pay for my tuition. Don't worry. When I'm ready, I'll apply for a position at the branch office in the country so that we can be back together. We'll get married then..."

His promise reared its head again like a ghost from the past, causing more tears to stream down her eyes.

Boyd was her first love and the only man to have appeared in her world. She liked to pester him playfully, watch his bright and cheerful smile, and most importantly, how he doted on her and pampered on her poor attitude.

The first three years of campus were so sweet and the following two years of her prudent and meticulous care in money while waiting for him like a silly girl were all requited with blatant betrayal. She had been pinning her hopes on his return so that they could marry and build a family together, not knowing that Boyd already had a family of his own in Country M: having another woman to come home to and formerly a child to call his own.

It was a five-year-long relationship that Emily had practically invested every blood, sweat, and tear into, only for the wrong reasons and undoubtedly the wrong man.

How could she not be sad?

The corner of Simon's mouth twitched uncontrollably with extreme irritation. Face with the crowd. Faced with the crowd now talking and pointing about him, he quickly carried her into his arms and left the bar.

With her utterly drunk, there was nothing he could do. He found a hotel just opposite the bar and booked a room where he kicked the door open when he found it and dropped her right at the middle of the round bed.

Fully stoned, Emily could hardly protest at all.

He seized her collar violently, thinking off demanding her for answers. But even if he kicked her, he could get no response from her.

The room was lighted up by only one floor lamp. But after so many sour and bitter encounters with her, this was the first time he had a good look at her.

Clad fully in sportswear, he could find nothing remarkable yet from her 1.62 meters tall figure. She was not wearing any makeup and the most remarkable feature of her appearance would be those alluring, bright, and charming set of eyes.

He did not know how much she had drunk that night except for how red her face had become. Against the fairness of her supple skin, the red patches on her cheeks reminded him of peach blossoms in the winter. Such a common and ordinary face, yet in her drunken state, he found her enticing and rapturous.

Realizing how he had been mesmerized by her, Simon feigned a cough to get ahold of himself.

He made sure that she was not conscious and decided that he could only swallow what frustration and resentment for now and stuck his hands into his pocket, about to walk out.

He barely moved his feet when something grabbed his right hand.

Simon frowned and looked back. She had gotten up somehow. And before he knew it, she threw herself into him and the sudden warmth seeping from her body made his heart skipped a beat as her hands slithered into his clothes.