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

going to call your grandfather and

Emma half

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

Sean was speechless.

...

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the bed, he untied his tie, took out the vibrating mobile phone from his trouser pocket and answered the

gentle and pleasant female voice came from the phone. She said, “Sean, how long will it take for you to arrive? My

“I'm

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

Sean did not answer.

will explain to my parents.

said in a light

Rachel Hill always had

his friends, “What do you like about

Sean was always silent.

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

fell into place until they got

over her body. In sleep, she bowed

over her, turned and

...

could not let Emma who was drunk stay there alone, so

study, quietly smoking

time before he took the phone

a moment's hesitation,

...

phone rang for a long time before the

heard, “Sean, it is so late,

of the phone was in Australia, and it was late at night over

of smoke,

telephone was

Brown's daughter...”

the