My Doting Husband

Chapter 35 I'm Talking to You

Emma slapped Nunu on the back of its head, "I'm talking to you! Give me some reactions, OK?"

"..."

Emma had been standing at the gate of Joey's house for a while with Nunu.

She wasn't sure what would happen when she apologized to Joey. Maybe he would pull a long face and didn’t talk to her.

Emma was still hesitating. Just when she was thinking about whether she pressed the doorbell or not, a black Mercedes was driving in behind her.

Nadia poked her head out of the car window, "Emma, why are you standing at the door and not going in? What a cold day..."

Emma smiled wryly, and pointed at not far away, "Hello Auntie,... I just came out and walked past here..."

Nadia walked out of the car, looked at Emma's flushed face because of the cold wind, and held her little hands, "How come your hands are so cold? Follow me in and get warm."

...

In the living room, Joey was wearing a gray home furnishing hoodie, lying on the sofa with his long legs folded and eyes closed. The remote control was placed on his forehead.

As soon as they entered the house, before Emma changed her slippers, Nunu rushed in.

Nunu hadn't seen Joey for a few days. He had already forgotten the hatred for Joey, and rushed to the sofa with great enthusiasm, licking Joey's face with a sticky tongue.

Joey opened his eyes, with a disgusted look. He pushed the head of Nunu away, and suddenly sat up, "Crap, Nunu? Where did you come out?!"

Nadia handed her handbag to the nanny on the side, and said to Joey on the sofa, "Joey, Emma is here."

Speaking of Emma, Joey couldn't help but look back towards the door anxiously.

However, for a moment when he saw Emma, he turned his head arrogantly.

Nadia had already seen such a scene a lot of times. She knew that the two persons had had a fight again.

When they were young, Joey and Emma fought almost every three days, and quarreled every two days, which was so common.

However, despite this, the two people rarely had grudges. Basically, they would forget it the next day. Then they would hang out again.

It was just very rare that Joey didn't talk to Emma for a few days like this. When Emma decided to go abroad and didn't tell him in advance, Joey was like this. The other time was a few days ago.

Joey lay back on the sofa, stretched his arms, and used the remote control to change TV programs boringly.

Nunu also jumped onto the sofa and lay down, resting his head on Joey's stomach, humming comfortably.

Emma sat on the sofa on the side, watching Nadia hand over the coat to the nanny, and instructed, "Is there any durian? Go and make some durian crisps for Emma."

The nanny left with holding Nadia's coat. Joey stared straightly at his mother, "Mom, you don't think about my feelings? That stuff is stinky. But you make the whole house smell. You’re my Mom! Is it possible that Emma calls you Mom?"

Nadia turned her head and rolled her eyes at Joey, "She can call me Mom. I have no objection, but it’s just that she has to be my daughter-in-law..."

Joey was completely speechless...

Nadia went back to the room to change clothes. Except for the sound from the TV in the living room, Emma and Joey looked away. Neither of them took the initiative to speak first.

After a while, Emma looked back at Joey who was still lying on the sofa.

Joey pretended to be watching TV, but the corner of his eye kept looking at Emma.

Emma stretched out her hand and tickled him on the waist. She knew that Joey was afraid of ticklish.

Sure enough, Joey moved. He turned his head and pointed the remote control at Emma's forehead, "Don't touch me. I’m still angry now. I won’t forgive you no matter what you say today!"

Emma squatted on the sofa with a smile on her face, and said, "Joey..." All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Joey turned over and turned his back to her.

Emma tickled him again and said with a smile, "Joey..."

"Go over..."

Joey waved his long arms and pushed Emma away.

Emma didn't balance herself. Her right hand was against the ground to support herself. She let out a painful cry, and sat down on the ground.

Joey stood up quickly, and dragged Emma's right wrist to his eyes. His face turned pale, "Does it hurt? Let me see."

Seeing Joey's look, Emma grinned, "I knew you wouldn't be really angry with me. Look, you still care about me!"

Joey's angry face turned gloomy. He pulled Emma up from the ground and put her into the sofa to sit down, "Okay, okay, I give up. Are you satisfied this time?!"

"..."

In CJ Villa, Sean hadn't come back for two days.

Emma felt she was like an abandoned woman who was thrown here, waiting for Sean to come every day.

After returning to her senses, Emma was suddenly taken aback by her own thoughts.

How could she have such thoughts? !

For her, Sean was just an elder who was familiar with her grandfather. Being good to her was nothing more than because of her grandfather. What was she thinking about? !

She rushed to the bathroom, washed her face with cold water, and looked up at herself in the mirror.

She said to herself over and over again that the person she loved was Ivan, and only Ivan. Sean just gave her a sense of security and dependence when she was most vulnerable.

Yes, it was a sense of dependence!

She regarded him as a relative who could protect her. This kind of feeling could make senses.

She sighed at the mirror. The door was opened downstairs.

Emma was wearing a beige long sweater and opened the door to look at the first floor.

Flora came in with Nunu, with a bag of vegetables and a bag of apples in her hand.

Flora raised her head and saw Emma standing on the second floor. She smiled, "Are you hungry? Nunu had a good time today. He didn't want to come back no matter what I said. I..."

"Will he be back for dinner?" Emma interrupted Flora's chatter.

Flora was stunned, and then shook her head, "I haven't received any call from Mr. Knight that he would come back for dinner. I guess he won't be back."

Emma's disappointment was already written on her face but she herself didn't know it.

Flora loosened the collar of Nunu and went into the kitchen. Before she finished washing the apples, she saw Emma walking downstairs in a cotton slipper.

Seeing her putting her coat on, Flora asked with a puzzled look, "Miss Powell, are you... going out?"

Emma's face didn't look good. She slung the handbag behind, "If he doesn't come back to eat, I will go out to eat too!"