Purchased A Mr. Right

Emerson clinked the red wine glass with Adam's and looked at Anthea, "By the way, little girl! I need your help. My aunt has hepatic cyst and does not feel well these days. Do you think she need an operation on such a condition?"

Bunny sitting next to him was drinking juice. When she heard how Emerson called Anthea, her expression changed slightly.

She quietly looked up and glanced at Anthea on the opposite side.

"Hepatic cyst?" Hearing this, her expression got serious. When it come to illness, she would always get serious, "It depends. Normally, it is a benign disease! First of all, we have to confirm the nature of it, benign or malignant. According to what you said, I estimate that it's benign hepatic cyst. Its growth is relatively slow..."

They were all talking about medical problems.

Most of the time, Anthea was the one who spoke and Emerson was listening and taking notes so that he could pass these words on.

Bunny knew little about medical knowledge, but she played with Erik happily. She felt that their conversation was too boring, so she took the little fellow to the leisure area in the corridor outside to play.

In the private box, Anthea finally said, "It's better to check with instruments before making any diagnosis! How about this? I'll see patients tomorrow, and you ask your aunt to go to me!"

"Thank you!" Emerson said.

Anthea smiled. It was her duty as a doctor.

After the conversation, Adam, who had been silent, leaned back and squinted at Emerson, "Emerson, now that you've found yourself a little girl, please don't think about my wife anymore."

"Why should I?" Emerson still remembered things at the wedding and deliberately angered him, "I've been thinking about her all the time!"

Anthea was speechless.

Emerson seemed to feel that Adam was not angry enough, and then he said to Anthea, "Little girl, when you can't stand him, divorce and find me!"

Adam got stamped with fury.

Anthea silently put her hand on her forehead.

"Well, you two three-year-old male adult have had enough!" She thought in her heart.

Outside the door came the sound of running.

The little boy ran in with sweat all over her head. He came back with a small yellow doll in his hand and excitedly pointed at Bunny that was slowly coming in. "Sister Bunny caught it for me. She is awesome!" Everyone looked over, and Bunny proudly raised her little chin.

At eight o'clock in the evening, the meal was over.

The neon lights lit up the night.

Emerson and Adam both drank red wine and called their drivers.

After watching the three leave, Emerson and Bunny also got on the car.

Although during the dinner, Emerson quarreled with Adam, he was actually in a good mood.

Emerson still remembered the time he accompanied them to a date of theirs. He was stuffed with their public display of affection for the whole day. Or he can say for every time he met them, he would be abused by their display of love.

But this time, with Bunny accompanying him, he didn't have the feeling of being abused.

In fact, those words at the meal were just to annoy Adam.

Emerson had indeed thought about Anthea for a long time. He had even wanted to cozy up to Anthea when Anthea and Adam were separated. However, during that six years, Anthea's feelings for Adam had not changed a bit. He could not find a chance at all.

He had to let it go.

At the moment, Anthea was just a faint shadow in his heart, which could only be stored deeply in his heart.

Bunny leaning on him was playing with a little pig doll in her hand. She took Erik to catch dolls and she caught two dolls. She left the big one for the little fellow and kept the little one for herself.

She suddenly raised her head and asked eagerly, "Emerson, what you say if I go to college?"

The neon lights outside the car window flashed and lit up her tender little face.

Emerson looked at her with some consternation, "Why do you suddenly want to go to college?"

He knew that she graduated from high school and did not continue to go to college.

At first, he thought it was because her family in the countryside was too poor to afford it. But on second thought, how could they be willing to provide her with college education when they were selling her? But her conversation with the foreigner in front of the restaurant made Emerson have doubts about what she said.

As for sending her to college, even if she did not mention it, he had already considered it.

In private, he had asked Secretary Zalkin to look for schools for her.

"I just wanted to!" Bunny's chin was pressed against his chest, and the two shadows made by her curling eyelashes trembled slightly. She seemed to be in distress and asked, "There are many majors in college. What do you think is suitable for me? How about I go to study medicine?"

Emerson nodded, "It's good!"

Bunny was unhappy to hear his reply.

She sat up straight and didn't lean on him like she did just now. She moved her little butt to the other side and looked out of the window without saying a word as if she was enjoying the night scenery, leaving him only the back of her head.

Emerson was confused.

He didn't know why she suddenly acted like this.

He raised his hand and pressed the space between his eyebrows.

It was true that he couldn't resist the torment when age got him!

The driver drove the car back to the villa and opened the door. Like a nimble rabbit,

Bunny jumped out of the car spontaneously and skipped into the villa.

Emerson looked at the figure disappearing upstairs and did not immediately follow her, but called Secretary Zalkin first.

He asked the Secretary Zalkin to investigate Bunny.

When he returned to the bedroom, there was a bedside lamp on, letting out a yellowish halo.

Bunny, who had already changed into pajamas, was lying in the halo. She didn't watch cartoons with iPad as usual. She looked at the ceiling with her leg crossed. Lights flickered in her eyes and Emerson couldn't tell what she was thinking.

Emerson looked at the shelves in front of the window.

The apple-green dress was folded neatly by her.

She seemed to love it very much. As if she was afraid that dust would fall on it, she even took a towel to cover it.

Emerson looked away and fixed his eyes on her face again.

Seeing that she had been abnormal since she was in the car, he couldn't help frowning, "Bunny, what's wrong?" Bunny shook her head, "I'm fine!"

Emerson sat on the edge of the bed, as if he wanted to see something from her little face.

Bunny turned over and leaned into his arms, whining, "I am sleepy. Emerson. Do you want to sleep?"

Emerson sighed, "Then let's sleep!"

After washing, Emerson changed his clothes and lay in the quilt.

As usual, he held her in his arms. But she did not move, but just obediently lay her head on his chest, trying to sleep.

Emerson still felt that she was in a bad mood this night.

Why was she so quiet this night?

Looking at the girl in his arms breathing lightly and gently, Emerson didn't feel sleepy. He silently counted sheep, but his heart itched. He began looking for her lips in the dark.

Her lips were so tender that they made his blood boil.

"She is a siren!" Emerson said in his heart.

Emerson turned over and covered her.