My Doting Husband

Chapter 8 Never Seen Being Dumped?

“Why are you smiling? Haven't seen someone got dumped?!” Emma said sharply, as she turned her head.

Sean was stunned and felt this girl got hot temper.

Emma ruthlessly stared at him and took back her vision.

After a while, Sean said in a calm tone, “I thought you would at least say thank you to me...”

Emma was embarrassed.

Indeed, if Sean hadn't come to her rescue just now, she might still be standing there watching others show their love and she could only be laughed at.

Emma hang her head, felt wronged and wanted to cry.

Sean looked at her and said flatly, “In fact, you are only 20 years old. You don't have to control all your emotions. Why don't you give vent to them while you are young?”

Emma raised her head and looked at him with some incomprehension.

After a moment, the expression on Emma's face changed. She did not look good anymore but became sharp.

She squinted at Sean and said without confidence, “None of your business.”

Sean could not help but feel funny. This girl was always in guard. She was like provoked a little wild cat, which would show its claws to frighten people.

But in his eyes, she was nothing more than a little soft cat...

Sean sighed, still watching the rich expression changes on her face in the rearview mirror.

“You smashed my car, your grandfather doesn’t know it, right?” Sean asked with a smile.

Emma was like the cat that was trampled on the tail, she stretched out her hand and was to open the door.

However, Sean was one step ahead of her, using the central control to lock the car.

Emma failed to open the door, patted on the window with force and then turn her head. She said angrily, “You locked me again!”

Sean's expression was much calmer. Poring to the front, he said, “Do you think you can walk on the viaduct?”

Emma stopped talking and sulked.

...

Ten minutes later, Sean's car came off the viaduct and pulled to the side of the road.

He unlocked the car and looked back toward Emma.

But Emma didn't want to get off at this moment...

Seeing that Emma did not move, Sean did not restart the car, but lowered his head with a cigarette and lit it with a lighter.

...

In the quiet space, Emma had a quick thought.

She did not understand why Sean had just mentioned about her grandfather! Was it a threat to her? Or did he want her to compensate him the money as soon as possible?

But whatever it was, she couldn't let her grandfather know.

Taking a deep breath, Emma finally made a decision.

Her insolence had completely disappeared, and suddenly she looked pathetic again.

She clasped her hands and begged for mercy, bowing and begging.

She said to Sean, “Uncle Sean, I know I was wrong. I beg you, don't tell my grandfather about that, OK? Just give me a few days, and I'll send the money to you as soon as I can raise the money...”

At this, she took a furtive look at Sean.

Seeing that Sean's expression did not change, she was relieved and continued to pretend to be pitiful, “You know, my grandfather is old and his heart is not good. If he knows it, he may be angry at once, and then you...”

Sean was speechless.

That was not a plea. It was a disguised threat.

It meant: Don't blame me for not warning you, but if my grandfather knows about it, he will be mad and may get sick, and you'd be the murderer!

Seeing through Emma's trick, Sean did not bother to expose her and continued to watch her play.

Emma still said sadly, “I'm serious, believe me... Or, or you leave a mobile phone number to me, and when I raise the money, I will immediately contact you.”

In order to show her sincerity, Emma took out her mobile phone.

At first, Sean wanted to say forget it, it was just a car window and she had no need to compensate it.

But when he looked at her large, insincere eyes, he suddenly did not think so.

Sean took out his mobile phone and said calmly looking at her, “What is your number?”

Emma was stupefied.

Did he really mean it?

It was just a piece of car glass, why was he so serious?

She had been thinking that if she could wait a little longer, even if her grandfather knew about it, she would only get a few phone calls of scolding. As the saying goes: the mountains were high and the emperor was far away...

Emma laughed lamely and gave him the number.

Sean saved the number and dialed it.

Emma's phone rang. Sean curved his mouth and pointed to the phone in her hand and said, “This is my number.”

Emma had to save his number gritting teeth.

However, she secretly scolded him no less than dozens of times.

As Emma finished saving the number, Sean had finished smoking a cigarette. Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

After he put out his cigarette in the ashtray, he turned around and asked, “Are you getting off?”

Emma got angry. Looking at his straight back, she could not suppress her anger and said, “No, please send me to Deyun Road, Penghu District, I am going to meet a friend...

Sean looked at her indignant face in the rearview mirror, said nothing, and restarted the car...

...

Emma and Joey met in a small restaurant by the street.

It had its reason to call it abnormal food.

It was a small restaurant of less than 40 square meters served only spicy crayfish and spicy shabu- shabu.

The poor sanitary conditions had no words to describe, but it still lingered in this old alley for more than 10 years.

When they were young, Emma and Joey came here all the time, because the crayfish here was really delicious.

Especially in the summer, they were sweaty while eating. A large glass of frosty draft beer made Emma miss it in Britain for several years.

Now, the first thing she wanted to do was to come here and enjoy the food...

...

Sean's car stopped in front of the restaurant.

Joey was already there. Afraid that Emma could not find the way, he deliberately stood at the door, looking around.

When watching Emma walked down from a black phantom, and seeing the man on the driver's seat, Joey fled to the back of a street lamp pole, looking at them like a thief.

But his bright red down coat was too conspicuous, let alone a street lamp pole, even ten or eight stacked together, he could be seen at a glance.