My Doting Husband

Chapter 12 Slept with Him

When she came to herself, she hurriedly said, "Joey, wait, don't call the police..."

Emma quickly wrapped herself well with the bath towels.

Covering her private parts, she said to the person outside the door, "I.. I have been awake long ago."

There was a moment of silence outside, Sean turned the doorknob, then walked in.

He thought that she was already dressed, but he didn’t expect that she was still wrapped in the bath towel he threw to her last night.

Sean looked away quickly.

Emma was surprised to meet him here, and then asked, "Why are you here?"

Sean picked up the quilt that was thrown on the floor, and said lightly, "this is my home. If I shouldn’t be here, where should I be?"

Emma couldn't keep up with the conversation.

But he looked quite frankly, Emma even began to wonder if her eyes cheated her just now.

Sean put the quilt back on the bed.

In an instant, the sheet left her dumbfounded.

In the center of the white sheet was a bright red plum blossom-like bloodstain. His facial expression changed in a sudden when he saw it.

Emma, who has been educated abroad, was not felt terribly sad about losing her virginity and didn’t care about her grief and angry. But it was just like 10,000 alpacas roar past in her mind, and she had toProperty of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

sigh it was really a awful, drunken mistake.

But for having sex such a man much older than her, she really felt a bit loss.

Emma still stood there in a daze.

But Sean had already put the quilt away calmly, turned and walked towards the door.

Emma suddenly stopped and talked to him from behind.

"That...did you and I...you know." Emma asked with studied casualness, looking at his back.

Sean turned his head and simply replied, "Yes!"

Emma seemed to have lost her last reserves of strength.

But He came back before she felt grief.

A L size man's shirt was thrown onto the big bed in front of her.

Sean said indifferently, "It's just because I don’t have your size."

Only then did she understand what he meant "Yes"...

It was totally different from what she asked!

Sean didn't seem to care about her facial expressions, and said, "wear that shirt, then go downstairs to dine. I'll take you back later."

He went out after finishing his words.

Joey was still shouting on the phone.

Emma looked down and put the phone back on her ear.

"Emma, fuck! Tell me, who the hell is that man? I will kill him!"

Joey heard the conversation between Emma and Sean on the phone.

This time he was really angry, and Emma's eardrum was about to rupture with his roaring.

Emma had a mixed feeling and stared at the closed door blankly. She didn't know how to tell Joey...

...

Outside the door came a voice from a middle-aged woman.

"Miss Powell, I'm Mr. Knight's servant, he told me to ask you if you are ready to dine."

Emma was a little hesitated, and hurriedly responded twice, "Well, well, I am coming out."

When she heard the sound of the servant going downstairs, she rushed into the bathroom.

Only then did she find her clothes were all on the floor.

But all of them were too wet to wear.

Emma picked up a wet suit and said to herself, "Could it be that the sex started here last night, and then had it again on the bed?"

She couldn't even think about the scenes...

Emma also had no choice but put his shirt on, but she felt a bit uncomfortable without wearing trousers.

...

She opened the door and went downstairs.

Sean was already sitting at the table for breakfast.

The breakfast is western-style, simple and light.

Sean had a cup of coffee by his hand, and there was nothing on the plate except for fried eggs and sandwiches.

The dinner plate in front of Emma is much richer.

There are bacon, ham, fried eggs, sandwiches. There was also a slice of fresh lemon with mint leaves.

Emma sat down and picked up the knife and fork.

But reminding of what happened last night, she instantly lost her appetite.

She couldn't help but glanced at Sean secretly.

Sean was calm, and seemed emotionless. He had breakfast gracefully without a word.

That was weird.

Emma couldn't help but wonder, somehow they slept together last night, . why was he not embarrassed at all while she was awkward?

She stuck out her tongue secretly, he was really good at disguise...

"You don’t like the food?" Sean suddenly raised his head and said.

When they looked each other in the eyes, Emma almost dropped the metal fork on the table.

She shook her head hurriedly, said, "It's just too much, I can't eat up all of it... How about I sharing with you some..."

With that, Emma got up and intended to transfer the food from her plate to his .

Sean looked at her calmly, and said coldly, "I’m a vegetarian..."

"Huh?" Emma was dumbfounded.

Sean looked up at her again, without repeating it a second time.

She had to sit back awkwardly...

Emma chopped up all the bacon slowly, but none of it was put to her mouth.

After struggling for a while, she finally couldn't help but ask...

Lowering her head, Emma stared at her plate and said, "Well...what happened last night...I won't tell my grandpa."

"Yep." Sean replied tonelessly.

"Of course, I also know that this kind of thing can't be more normal in foreign countries..." she pretended to talk lightly.

This time, Sean even omitted a yep.

Emma bit her lip, then bit the bullet and said, "Just, I don't know if you used any methods last night? If not, I might..."

"What?" Sean finally raised his head and looked at her.

Emma's face turned red all of a sudden.

She ground her teeth and said, "I mean...contraceptive..."

"..."

After Emma finished her words, she didn't dare to look up at his eyes at all.

Before Sean said anything, the servant had already opened the door and walked in.

She also carried a transparent supermarket shopping bag with two packs of sanitary napkins.

The servant gave the two bags of sanitary napkins to Emma and said with a smile, “Miss Powell, Mr. Knight asked me to go to the supermarket and buy them for you. But I don’t know which brands you young girls like, so I bought two for you to choose from."

Emma stared blankly at sanitary napkins placed on the dining table, and she felt like her face was burning instantly.

Although she couldn’t see her own face, she expected that her neck was as red as her face at that moment.

Sean didn’t say anything, just got up and left the table.