My Doting Husband

Emma shook off her head and belched, then lowered her head to look at her mobile phone again.

Soon after, she dialed a number.

Until the receiver came the hint sound, Emma soliloquized happily, “I am not drunk, the boss doesn't believe me......”

The phone was picked up before she had finished speaking.

Not waiting for the other side to speak, Emma said to the mobile phone, “Nadia? This is Emma, well, well… What was I going to say? Oh, right, Joey is drunk, please send someone to pick him up...He's drunk, he can't get up...”

“Emma?” A cold, deep male voice came through the phone.

Emma was stunned and the voice sounded familiar.

She glanced down at the number displayed on her phone and asked herself, “Isn't this the number of Joey’s home?”

She grumbled and then she seemed to have known what happened. She then said to the phone, “Kayden? Well, I had a lot to drink too,... I can't send Joey home. This is Emma, Emma Powell. Well, my surname is Powell...”

By the end, Emma had forgotten what she had said. She threw the phone aside and held the lamp pole. Now, she was sleepy...

...

This was what Sean saw when he arrived at the restaurant.

Emma, wearing a thick khaki blue windbreaker, was asleep against a street lamp pole.

The upturned collar of the windbreaker covered half of her small face. Maybe it was too cold. She was holding her knees, and her body was curled up in a ball, and the smell of alcohol could be smelled from a distance.

Sean looked down at her.

After a moment, he bent down and called out, “Emma...”

Sean's voice was low. Emma turned her body and continued to sleep.

Sean gracefully squatted on the ground, and his black coat lay flat on the snow.

He reached out his hand and pulled down Emma's collar, covering her face.

Emma resisted and stopped him with her frozen red hands. She grumbled, “Ivan, stop that now...”

and

up, looked down at her again and said, “I'm going to call your grandfather and tell him to send someone to pick you

that, Emma half woke

my grandfather knows I drink outside, he

Sean was speechless.

...

a villa

Emma on the bed, he untied his tie, took out the

phone. She said, “Sean, how long will it take for you to arrive? My parents and your

his forehead, looked back at Emma on the bed, and said, “I'm sorry, Rachel,

in a worried tone, “What's wrong? Is it difficult to deal

Sean did not answer.

I will explain to my parents. Take good

said in a light

of Sean, Rachel Hill always had good temper. She was gentle, noble

by his friends,

Sean was always silent.

liked about Rachel, but

place until they

the bed turned over her body. In sleep, she bowed her

the quilt over her, turned

...

could not let Emma who was drunk stay there alone, so he pushed off the dinner to meet parents about the

in his study, quietly smoking

long time before he took the phone

a moment's hesitation, he dialed the

...

time

and low male voice was heard, “Sean, it is so

was in Australia, and it

smoke, he said, “Brother,

telephone was elegant. He asked softly, “Which

daughter...” Sean

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