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

going to call your

that, Emma

and begged dizzily, “Don't, if my grandfather knows I drink outside, he may break my

Sean was speechless.

...

a villa

his tie, took out the vibrating mobile phone from his trouser

voice came from the phone. She said, “Sean, how long will

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

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

Sean did not answer.

I will explain to my parents. Take good care of

Sean said in a light

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

31, has been repeatedly asked by his friends, “What do you like

Sean was always silent.

but he thought

into place until they

bed turned over her body. In sleep,

put the quilt over her, turned and

...

let Emma who was drunk stay there alone, so he pushed off the dinner to meet parents about the wedding

alone in his study, quietly smoking one cigarette after

before he took the phone in

moment's hesitation, he

...

phone rang for a long time before the other end picked it

male voice was heard, “Sean, it is so late,

end of the phone was in Australia,

of smoke,

telephone was elegant. He asked softly, “Which

daughter...” Sean said

other end of the phone felt into