Hello, Mr. Brent
Chapter 42

Franklin worked in the study until midnight. He didn't see Emily when he came to the bedroom.

He frowned and went downstairs angrily to check on her.

"Where's the butler?" Franklin shouted as he walked downstairs.

The butler ran out of his room in a hurry, without buttoning his clothes properly, "What can I do for you, sir?"

"Where's Emily?" Franklin asked.

"Who?"

"The woman came back with me," Franklin explained impatiently.

The butler immediately understood and pointed to the sofa, "She's sleeping on the couch. I invited her to go upstairs, but she refused. She asked me to give her a quilt and sleep there."

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His voice was high but this didn't wake her up. She slept well like a baby.

Franklin sighed after taking a deep breath. At least she didn't leave. That's good. He was happy to see it.

"All right, you can go!" Franklin said gently to the butler. He's not angry anymore.

The butler nodded and left without hesitation. Franklin walked over to Emily. He wanted to wake her up. But it was late midnight. So he bent down, held her in arms, and walked upstairs quietly and steadily, for fear of waking up his sleeping beauty.

He put her on the bed and cover her up with the new quilt.

She was smiling in her dreams. How sweet!

Franklin lay beside her, looking up at her eyes and eyebrows.

To be honest, Emily was beautiful, but he had seen more beautiful girls. Emily was the only one that touched his heart.

"Good night,” Franklin took her into his arms and turned off the light. The next day, Emily was almost suffocating in her dreams.

It's hot as hell. She must be on a stove. Can anybody help her? Maybe get her a cup of water, or turn on the air-conditioner?

With eyes closed, she pushed the stove away, only to wake Franklin up. Franklin said impatiently, "Don’t move."

The husky voice startled Emily. She opened her eyes, blinked twice to make sure she was not dreaming, "Why are you here?"

Franklin became wide awake now.

He was unhappy, in fact, pissed off. He was never an early bird and didn't like to be woken up early in the morning. He answered impatiently, "This is my bedroom and my bed. Where else can I be if I am not here?"

"Your bedroom?" Emily looked around and found that she wasn't in the living room.

"But I definitely slept on the couch in the living room last night. How did I get to your bedroom?" Emily sat up and argued.

Franklin refuted, "You sleepwalked here. You held me so tightly that I couldn't get rid of you.”

"You're lying. I never sleepwalk," Emily retorted immediately.

No one had ever said she was a sleepwalker since she was born.

"Now that you know I'm lying, why not lie down and go back to sleep. Don't you know that I hate being woken up early in the morning?" Franklin reached out his hand and pulled her back on the bed.

But instead of falling on the bed, she fell into his arms.

Emily struggled, "I don't want to sleep with you. You left me alone in the living room last night. Didn't you leave me alone yesterday? I was fine sleeping on the sofa."

"Emily," Franklin yelled.

Emily was startled and sat up straight on the bed, cocking her head to show her determination stubbornly.

Franklin could not sleep anymore because of her. He sat up and said, "Why are you angry? Just because I mentioned Lucas, you're arguing with me like this?"

"Not because of him. In fact, I didn't argue with you,” Emily explained. But Franklin didn't believe her. He was sure that Emily was still mad at him because of Lucas.

Because of this, he was unhappy but he could do nothing to Emily.

He was decisive and never soft in the business world, but he was at a loss in front of Emily.

"Emily, do you still remember why we got married?" Franklin asked. Emily nodded with pursed lips.

Franklin took a deep breath and looked far away, "Good. I pay your mother's medical expenses, and you rely on me. You have to follow my words. But you didn't listen to me, but making troubles. If you are not happy because of our marriage, it's okay for us to end it today."

Emily was shocked. She grabbed his sleeve and apologized, "I'm sorry. It's all my fault. I don't want a divorce, and I won't fight with you anymore."

Franklin sighed and reached out his right hand to caress her cheek, "Do you really know you are wrong?"

Emily nodded immediately.

"Then you have to listen to my words in the future. I need an obedient wife."

"Okay, I'll try." Emily agreed. She was afraid that he would bring up the divorce again.

Franklin curled his lips, hugged her, and lay down again, "Go back to sleep. It's still early.”

Emily was in his arms and could smell his breath, making her feel uncomfortable.

"No. I want to get up." Emily struggled.

Franklin said unhappily, "Didn't you say you will follow my words? Now go to sleep.”

"But I can't fall asleep in your arms.” Emily insisted.

"Emily, be quiet.” Franklin suddenly rolled over, pinned her down, and yelled at her.

Emily was startled and looked at him in a daze.

Franklin took a deep breath and said in a husky voice, "Don't blame me for being rude if you keep on acting that way.”

Emily's face stiffened and she was embarrassed.

The blush gradually crept up to her cheeks until it reached her ears. But she definitely didn't dare to move. Franklin's moral integrity was such that he was not trustworthy. If she dared to move again, who knew what he would do.

But why were his eyes filled with disappointment, as if he was blaming her for not moving?

"Forget it, get up!" Franklin sighed, rolled out of bed, and went to the bathroom.

Ten minutes later, Franklin came out and hugged Emily.

It's chilling. He must have taken a cold shower. It's already October. He must be insane.

"Why did you take a cold shower in the morning?"

"What do you think? It's all your fault.”

She rolled her eyes and pushed him away.

"Mr. Brent, your mother is here.” The butler knocked on the door and briefed.

Franklin frowned and said coldly, "I see. Let her wait downstairs."

"Is your mother here?" Emily was surprised.

Franklin smiled wickedly, "Yes. Are you afraid of your mother-in-law?" "Of course not! I've met her before. I am just wondering why she comes here early in the morning. She would not make trouble for me, right?" Emily was worried. Mrs. Brent has never been nice to her.

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