Rebirth of the Revenge Queen novel Chapter 82

Turning her head, Emily saw that Henry was about two meters behind her. Seemed like he had followed her for a while.

After hanging up the phone, Emily raised her eyebrows and said: "I didn't know that Yong Master Brown actually has a hobby of following me. Well well, I really can't tell."

Without replying, Henry directly walked toward Emily and stopped in front of her: "Do you think I would randomly follow anyone?"

"Huh?" Emily laughed: "Then I'm extremely honored."

"It's good that you know." Henry continued to ask: "If you don't go home, why are you wandering around?"

"There's still an hour before someone comes to pick me up, so I decided to take a stroll." Emily took a deep breath.

"Does your feet hurt?" Henry looked at Emily's ankle.

Emily's beautiful eyes turned and teased, "Yes, my feet hurt. Of course they do. Does Yong Master Brown wants to display his noble spirit and become my full automatic wheelchair? "

Henry smiled as he looked at Emily's intelligent eyes, then turned around and squatted down: "Come up, I'll carry you on my back."

"Ah!?" was also startled for a moment. "Mr. Brown, why are you being so courteous? I don't need to take bullets for you today, do I? "

"I want to take you somewhere, but I hate you for walking so slowly." Henry said: "Come up!"

"Fine." Emily also felt that her ankle was a little painful so she didn't refuse. After Henry carried her and stood up, she placed her arms on Henry's shoulders.

Henry carried Emily as he walked along the street: "There's a claw machine at the corner of the street in front of us."

"Your hobbies are this young?" Emily teased.

"It's not my hobby." Henry looked to the front, his voice calm and gentle: "It's my mother's, she really likes dolls."

"..." Emily knew that today was the day of Henry's mother's death. Hearing his words, Emily did not say anymore, and quietly listened.

"When my mom died, I was not even eight years old. In my memory, every time I saw a doll catching machine, she would be unwilling to move until she caught a few." Henry's voice was soft, and his hoarse voice carried a peculiar magnetism, "Some dolls were really ugly, but she doesn't mind; she will even give each of them a name."

Hearing Henry's words, the figure of a beautiful woman appeared in Emily's mind. She looked very similar to Henry, and the corners of her lips were raised slightly, making everyone who saw her think that she was smiling.

"She has a special room for dolls. That room is even bigger than mine. There are a lot of dolls inside, and every one of them is very cute." Henry laughed out loud: "I really hate eating carrots. In order to avoid eating carrots, I would hide in that room and intentionally hide under a lot of dolls. She would always find me very quickly."

Henry stopped and turned his head to look at the doll catching machine at the corner of the street. The machine was located at the entrance of a shop at the corner of the street and many dolls were piled up inside. Accompanied by music, there were colorful lights flashing, and she silver claw was shining.

Emily patted Henry's shoulder, "Put me down."

Henry put Emily down, and the moment she landed he took out all of the coins from her purse: "Yong Master Brown, let's catch some dolls!"

"What are you thinking about?" Emily understood what Henry was thinking and rolled her eyes: "I just think that it's easier to use you when you are near."

"..." Henry's smile froze. Well, this girl didn't have any feelings for him, at most, she just wanted to use him, but it wasn't anything much, the two of them were originally using each other. Thinking about it, Henry felt a little uncomfortable.

"Come, come, come. Let's catch another one." Emily ran to the side of the doll machine and leaned her body forward as she pressed her forehead against the glass of the doll machine. She then pointed at a Baymax doll in the corner with her index finger: "I want that, can you catch it?"

Henry looked at the side of Emily's face. The sky was now completely dark, and the lights on the street were very bright but somewhat chilly. The warm yellow light in the doll machine lit up Emily's face. It seemed to have formed the clearest contrast to the cold world that Emily was in.

"Yong Master Brown? What are you thinking about?" Emily looked up and saw Henry staring at her in a daze: "There is something on my face?"

"Yes." Henry pulled Emily's wrist and pulled her into his embrace before lowering his head to leave a kiss mark on her forehead.

Emily was also stunned as she raised her head to look at Henry's eyes. She opened her mouth, but did not know what to say. Did he kiss her or not?

She had lowered her sense of touch when she pressed her forehead against the cold glass, so what had she just met?

If she was to directly ask, "Yong Master Brown, why did you kiss me?" What if he didn't actually kiss her? Wouldn't she be mocked by Henry then? What if it was an accident? Then wouldn't Henry be embarrassed?

After thinking about it for a while, Emily puffed up her cheeks and decided to just ignore it, to prevent herself from feeling awkward.