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 slowly withdrew his

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

that, Emma half woke

begged dizzily, “Don't, if my grandfather

Sean was speechless.

...

a villa on Chaoxi

his tie, took out the vibrating

“Sean, how long will it take for you to arrive? My parents

back at Emma on the bed, and said, “I'm sorry, Rachel, I have something to deal with, so I

of an accusatory query, Rachel asked in a worried tone, “What's wrong?

Sean did not answer.

will explain to my parents.

said in a light

had

been repeatedly asked by his friends, “What do you

Sean was always silent.

couldn't tell what he liked about Rachel, but he

place until they got

turned over her body. In sleep, she bowed her

over

...

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

his study, quietly smoking one cigarette

long time before he took the

moment's hesitation, he

...

long time before

old and low male voice was heard, “Sean,

was in Australia, and it

a puff of smoke, he said, “Brother, Emma has returned

the telephone was elegant. He asked

daughter...” Sean

other end of the phone felt into