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

“I'm going to call your grandfather and tell

Emma half

“Don't, if my grandfather knows I drink outside, he may

Sean was speechless.

...

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

long will it take for you

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

a worried tone, “What's wrong? Is it

Sean did not answer.

to my parents. Take good care

in a

Hill always had good

repeatedly asked by his

Sean was always silent.

liked about Rachel, but he thought she was suitable to be his

fell into place until

her body. In sleep, she bowed

quilt over her, turned and walked

...

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

in his study, quietly

was a long time before he took the phone

moment's hesitation, he

...

for a long time before the other

old and low male voice was heard, “Sean, it

end of the phone was in

smoke, he said, “Brother, Emma

the telephone was elegant. He asked softly, “Which

Brown's daughter...”

of the phone felt