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

again and said, “I'm going to call your grandfather and tell him to send someone to pick

Emma

leg and begged dizzily, “Don't, if my grandfather knows I drink outside,

Sean was speechless.

...

a villa

tie, took out the

will it take for you to arrive? My parents and

and said, “I'm sorry, Rachel, I have something to deal with, so

of an accusatory query, Rachel asked in a worried tone, “What's wrong? Is it difficult to deal

Sean did not answer.

to my parents.

Sean said in a light

always had good temper. She was gentle, noble and

by his friends,

Sean was always silent.

he liked about Rachel, but he thought she

fell into place until

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

quilt over her, turned and walked

...

there alone, so he pushed off

sitting alone in his study, quietly smoking one cigarette

before he took the phone in his

a moment's hesitation, he

...

rang for a long time before the other

heard, “Sean, it is

phone was in Australia,

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

voice in the telephone was elegant. He asked

Brown's daughter...” Sean

the