Chapter 749


    The weight of a man was all put on her. Emily staggered and almost lost her bnce.


    She had to reach out her hands to support the person. As she tilted her head to look at the


    handsome face on her shoulder, she opened her eyes in surprise. "Simon?"


    Mr. Weil exined with a smile, "Mrs. Chin seems to have drunk too much. The taxi driver just sent


    him back. I was on patrol and happened to see him staggering on the road, saying that he wanted


    to go home, so I helped him go up here!"


    Home...


    As she heard the word, her heart leapt with sudden pain.


    Seeing that she was standing still at the door, Mr. Weil urged her and said, "Mrs. Chin, it''s getting


    late. I think Mrs. Chin is very drunk. Please help him to get in and rest in bed!"


    Facing the kind security guard, Emily was a little embarrassed. She did not know how to exin


    and faltered, "Mr. Weil, we..."


    "You''re wee!" Mr. Weil waved his hand and interrupted her. "It''s not a big deal. I''m on duty


    tonight and have to go back to the security office! Bye!"


    Then, he waved his hand, turned around, and went straight to the stairs instead of waiting for the


    elevator.


    The corridor became quiet again. Simon, who was drunk, was still leaning on her. Emily frowned


    and pushed him. "Simon, Simon?"


    No response was heard. She could only feel his hot breath after the wine puffing on the neck.


    Emily stood nkly there for a few seconds, thinking that it was still his apartment after all.


    Therefore, she had no choice but to close the security door, brace herself and help him walk into the


    apartment.


    Simon was a good head taller than her. He was tall and straight, full of hard muscles. She never


    knew he was so heavy. When she carried him from the door to the bedroom and threw him to the


    bedroom, a lot of sweat had oozed from her forehead and the tip of her nose.


    "Hey, Simon! Wake up!"


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    Emily raised her hand to wipe his sweat and kicked him. Then, she bent over to pat his handsome


    face. Seeing that he made no reaction, she muttered to herself, "No way! He is really drunk!"


    She had the same experience before. In the past four years, he would sometimese home


    drunkte at the night.


    As she had done before, Emily knelt down on one knee beside him and took off his dark gray coat.


    As soon as she took off his shirt, his naked chest was exposed to her eyes. Lured by his broad


    chest with wheat-colored skin in themplight, she swallowed hard to calm herself down. When her


    fingers touched the metal buckle on his leather belt, she suddenly realized something and quickly


    pulled her hand back.


    Instantly, she jumped up from the bed. A little uneasily, Emily rubbed against her hot face against


    the back of her hand.


    She cast a nce at Simon and found that he was still asleep with peach blossom eyes closed, and


    let out a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he was so drunk that he would not notice what she had done.


    Then, she just pulled the quilt and covered it on him. With a pillow and a nket, she hurried to the


    living room.


    It was his apartment that she was living in, so she did not just leave him at the door. Besides, she


    gave the bed to him and slept on the sofa.


    Through the door, she could faintly hear his long and even breathing inside.


    They would sleep under the same the roof tonight.


    They had already gone to the Civil Affairs Bureau and got their marriage certificates, so they were


    no longer husband and wife now...


    Emily looked away and closed her eyes with a bitter smile. She turned over and buried her face in


    the gap between the pillow and the sofa. After remaining still for a long time, she finally fell asleep.


    The next morning, she felt that someone was poking her face with the index finger.


    Emily raised her hand and waved. She seemed to see Simon''s handsome face nearby. Without


    thinking too much, she blurted out, "Simon, stop ying around!"


    In previous days, when she was half-dream and had notpletely woken up, he would


    deliberately wake her up and make love with her. Emily, still in a daze, thought he was going to have


    sex with her like before, so she begged with a coquettish voice.


    It did not take long for her to realize what was really going on. She abruptly opened her eyes and


    sat up.


    Sure enough, Simon, bending over the bed, was staring at her.


    In her head, the words that she had uttered unconsciously before she woke up were still lingering.


    Emily felt embarrassed as she saw his peach blossom eyes fixed at her without blinking. His ck


    eyes looked deep and serious.


    Emily licked her lips. Obviously, he had already taken a shower —his short hair had not been


    completely dried up and his clothes were changed. She was not surprised at all. They had lived in


    this apartment together for more than three years, so there were many things that belonged to her


    and him.


    But to her surprise, she was on the big bed instead of the sofa!


    Emily''s eyes widened. "How can I be in bed?!"


    Simon stood up from the bedside and put his hand into his trouser pocket. "When I woke up in the


    morning, I carried you here!"


    "Oh..." Emily nodded but secretly doubted his words.


    She could not remember what had happenedst night after she fell asleep, but the pajamas on her


    were still intact. It seemed that he was not lying...


    "It''s almost eight o''clock. You''ll bete for work if you don''t get up now!"


    After saying this, Simon walked straight out of the bedroom.


    Emily looked at the time. It was indeed almost eight o''clock. She quickly jumped out of bed and


    went to the bathroom to change her clothes after briefly washing herself up. As she came out of the


    bedroom, she suddenly froze there.


    Simon was standing in the dining room, and there was hot breakfast on the table in front of him.


    Emily stared at the breakfast nkly and could not say a word.


    He prepared the breakfast for her as if they had never divorced...


    After a long while, Emily clenched her hands and gritted her teeth in determination, intending to ask


    why he woulde here yesterday. At this time, Simon seemed to have seen through her mind.


    The second before she spoke, he took the initiative to say, "Sorry, I drank too muchst night!"


    "Mm." Emily pursed her lips. She found it a little hard to reproach him when he apologized first.


    Slowly, Simon raised his eyebrows and asked with a distressed look, "I could barely remember what


    happenedst night. When I had dinner with colleagues in my department, they frequently toasted


    me. Did I do anything inappropriate to you when I was drunk?"


    "No!" Knowing what he was referring to, Emily shook her head with embarrassment and said, "Last


    night, youy on the bed in a drunken stupor!"


    Hearing this, Simon felt a sense of loss and murmured with a little disappointed look, "Really?


    That''s a pity!"


    Emily''s face was burning hot.


    Fortunately, in the morning light, Simon might not see her red face. Emily turned away to hide her


    blush and quietly adjusted her a little ragged, strained breathing.


    Aburptly, he said, "Emily, today is the third day."


    "What?" Emily was confused.


    She frowned and looked at him. Meanwhile, he was also looking at her, his eyes full of sadness. In


    the morning sunshine, he said with a deep voice. "Today is the third day after our divorce. Have you


    ever regret divorcing me?"