Hello, Mr. Brent

Emily returned to the ward and looked at Franklin with an unreadable expression, as if she wanted to say something.

Franklin frowned. He knew something was wrong.

"Don't tell me you promised him." Franklin said coldly.

With an awkward smile, Emily walked over and massaged his shoulder, "How do you know that? Do you know what he said?"

"Humph, what else could he say? He must request you to continue pretending to be his girlfriend?” Franklin said coldly.

Emily immediately showed a look of admiration and gave Franklin a thumbs-up, "Honey, you're so smart. You can always guess right. Why are you so smart? I can't hide anything from you."

"No, I don't agree.” Franklin didn't care about her compliment at all and denied it.

Emily's face crumpled. She pouted, "But I've already agreed.”

"It was you that made a rash decision, not me. I won't approve that.” Franklin was quite determined.

"But... But..."

"Stop. You are my wife, but you are pretending to be someone else's woman. Even if I died, you would not be allowed to do so."

Emily had expected that Franklin would object, but she didn't expect him to be so firm.

Seeing this, she decided to be tougher. She stamped her feet angrily, "You're unreasonable. I'm just doing my elder brother a favor and nothing would happen between us. Can I reject my only brother when he asked me for help? Besides, it's a piece of cake to me, but it's about his happiness for the rest of his life."

"Does his happiness for the rest of his life have anything to do with you? I am the one who guarantees your happiness for the rest of your life." Franklin said bluntly.

Emily argued, "Yes, you are right, but that's my brother! Anyway, I don't care. I have agreed, so I can't break my promise.”

Emily thought that Franklin had to compromise since she was so determined. There was no reason to be angry with her over such a small matter. As long as she was more firm, he would agree sooner or later.

She sat down and waited for Franklin to coax her. Surprisingly, Franklin only stared at her without saying anything.

Emily flinched. She glanced at him timidly, her lips compressed. However, just as she glanced at Franklin, Franklin stood up suddenly and left before Emily could react.

Emily was extremely anxious. What was he doing? Why did he leave without a word?

After she came to her senses, she immediately chased after him. How fast Franklin walked! How could she catch up with him? When she got out, Franklin had already disappeared.

Emily stamped her feet in anger. She had never known Franklin to be so fussy. At that time, she tried to ensure Daniel that Franklin would definitely agree. Franklin was not a narrow-minded man. She didn't expect that her promise would be broken so soon.

She was not only anxious but angry. Why was Franklin so narrow- minded and fussy? He got mad so easily and didn't respect her at all She just agreed to pretend to be Daniel's girlfriend for some time. She didn’t cheat on Franklin, after all. How could he be so petty-minded? "Humph. I won't succumb to you,” Emily said to herself.

After saying that, she turned around and went back to the ward to look after her son.

Andrew's men happened to see her and rushed to report to him. Andrew thought Emily came here to visit him. He immediately asked someone to help him change clothes. How could he let Emily see him in a sick suit? It would damage his image. He eagerly forced someone to find him a cool black tight-fitting casual suit. Lying on the bed, he even asked someone to put on a pair of leather shoes for him

"Do you think my face is getting better?” Andrew suddenly thought of the bruises on his face after posing.

He hadn't hated Franklin that much when beaten or seeing his swollen face. But now he really hated Franklin for injuring his handsome face. How could he be so dishevelled when he met Emily?

His followers did not dare to say no, of course. They immediately nodded and said, "Yes, much better."

It was indeed much better than it had been a few days earlier, at least not like a piggy face now. However, the bruises on his face couldn't disappear quickly, and his face was still not like what it used to be. However, his men did not dare to say so, or else it would be them who were beat up the next moment.

However, Andrew was still worried and hurriedly ordered someone to get him a mirror.

When he saw the bruises on his face, he couldn't help but throw the mirror to the ground with a loud bang. He was so angry that he cursed, "Franklin, you bastard! I will torture you to death when we meet again!" Everyone around him was frightened. They all knew that Andrew was unpredictable. He was throwing the mirror at this moment, but he might knock them down the next moment.

Only Iris came forward slowly and said, "May I try to put on makeup for you? I have cosmetic products. Although they are unable to completely hide the bruises, it will make your face look better.”

"Can you?" Andrew questioned.

Iris said, "You'll know later."

Andrew thought about it, which seemed like the only solution. So he allowed Iris to make him up, asking her only to cover the wound. He didn't want to be womanish with the makeup.

Iris took out her tools, dab some makeup primer over Andrew's face, and then applied some foundation cream to his face. They faced each other and could look into each other's eyes.

Iris was distracted several times when she was putting on makeup. Andrew's eyes were so sharp and deep that her heart was thumping with excitement.

But Andrew didn't feel anything. He hadn't observed Iris so closely before. Actually, he had never looked at her carefully. He had to look at her now, only to find that Iris was really a plain Jane. The more carefully he looked at her, the more he find her boring.

This reminded him of Emily again. Although Emily looked very ordinary at first glance, she turned out to be increasingly enchanting over time. He couldn't get out of the obsession with her.

"Is it finished?" Andrew asked impatiently.

Iris immediately said, "Okay, okay, take a look. Most bruises are covered now."

She quickly took out a small mirror for Andrew for him to check his face carefully.

Andrew took a look. Most of the bruises on his face were indeed covered and those that couldn't be hidden became less obvious. He looked much better now.

"Okay, I'll give due credit to you.” Andrew pinched Iris's face in satisfaction.

Iris smiled, but she was secretly gloating for something else. She knew that Emily went to the hospital not to see Andrew but to take care of her son.

She just wanted to see Andrew extremely disappointed after he had waited for Emily anxiously for so long in vain.

The more he prepared, the more he cared about Emily. Then, when the disappointment came, it became even more intense.