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...”

gesture paused and slowly withdrew his

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

Emma half woke

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

Sean was speechless.

...

a villa

on the bed, he untied his tie, took out the vibrating mobile phone from his trouser

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

at Emma on the bed, and said, “I'm

worried tone, “What's wrong?

Sean did not answer.

to my parents.

said in a

fiancée of Sean, Rachel Hill always had good

asked by his friends, “What

Sean was always silent.

but

into place

her body. In sleep, she

quilt over her,

...

drunk stay there alone, so he pushed off the dinner to meet

his study, quietly smoking one

before he took the phone

moment's hesitation, he dialed

...

rang for a long time before the other end

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

of the phone was in Australia, and it was

took a puff of smoke,

was elegant. He asked

daughter...”

end of the phone