Hello, Mr. Brent

Lying down, Emily suddenly heard a noise from the door. Then it was followed by the sound of the door opening and a man came in.

Her eyes popped open. She had no desire to sleep with her eyes bright, without drowsy.

"You're so late. You went too far this time.” Emily suddenly turned on the light and saw that it was indeed 2 a.m. in the morning.

Franklin was startled by her. He had come into the room on tiptoe, and he straightened himself up as soon as the light came on.

"Why are you still awake?" Franklin frowned. She smelled the reek of alcohol and saw an unusual flush spread over his cheeks.

Emily snorted, "1 would like to ask you what time it is now. Why are you so late?"

"So are you dissatisfied that I came back too late?" Franklin raised his eyebrows.

Emily yelled instantly, "Who's dissatisfied that you came back too late? I just think you're disturbing my sleep by coming back so late.”

"It's so late and you haven't slept yet. I don't think you want to sleep at all." Franklin said as he walked into the bathroom. He felt dizzy and wanted to take a shower and go to bed immediately.

Emily stared at him angrily until he entered the bathroom.

Later, Franklin lay down next to her. He closed his eyes, stroked her face, and asked, "Did you feel better today? Does it still hurt?"

Emily had wanted to throw a tantrum to him and ask if he had been with Ivy. But when he said that, her anger vanished immediately. Then she thought who she was to get angry. She didn't have the right to do so!

She had no choice but to listlessly say, "It doesn't hurt anymore." Franklin said no more. Before long, the sound of steady breathing came through. He had already fallen asleep.

Emily suddenly felt bored.

She slept too much during the day and couldn't fall asleep at night. But she could not move her leg, and it was difficult for her to turn over. She could only feel sad for a while and then closed her eyes.

When she woke up the next day.

Emily was so scared that she opened her eyes at once. As a result, she saw Franklin's head pressing against her face. His black hair kept tickling her cheek.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Emily was horrified.

Anyone who saw a person so close to him the moment he opened his eyes would be horrified

"Are you awake?" Franklin smiled and reached out to stroke her other cheek.

That side of the cheek was injured, but it was just some bruises. After the ointment was applied to them, they began to scab. The scabs fell off in only two or three days, and more pale and tender skin was revealed.

Fortunately, she was naturally fair, so one couldn't make it out without looking carefully. Otherwise, even if her face was not disfigured, it would look ugly.

But that little bit of skin was so tender that Franklin couldn't move his fingers away from it.

Emily was tickled by his touching and turned away immediately to dodge his fingers, "What time is it? Why haven't you gone to work?" "No rush. I came back too late yesterday and I'll take some time off at home this morning.”

"Did you meet Ivy?" Emily snorted and asked.

Franklin stared at her in surprise, "How did you know that?"

Emily grunted, "Of course I did. I learned it from the news that Miss Carter was back. You must have gone to meet her since you came back so late."

"I didn't want to go.” Franklin explained, "But she said she had come across Avery. Avery had brought me something, so I went over to have a look."

Emily: ".."

Looking at him in a huff, she became even angrier. So it wasn't for Ivy, but for that Avery!

Yes, Avery. Mrs. Brent had mentioned this woman's name to her once. She didn't expect that she would memorize it so well

"Get away. I need to get up.” Emily said in a rage.

Franklin didn't know she was angry. He hugged her and said, "Let me take a few more minutes. I went to bed too late last night.”

"Humph, you were too excited to fall asleep! But when you couldn't fall asleep, I was sleeping so well. I need to get up. I still have businesses to attend to." As she spoke, she forced his arm away.

However, when Emily had a strong personality, she also had a strong will to get up. But her body did not allow her to do anything she wanted. Since she could not move one leg, she had to rely on others. Emily rang the bell to ask the servant to come up, but Franklin dismissed her.

"Let me help you!" Franklin said.

Emily burned up immediately, "I don't need your help.”

Franklin was startled by her shrill voice and looked at her, frowning, "What's wrong with you? You're pissed.”

It was not a question, but a statement.

Emily sneered, "How exactly did you see that I'm pissed? I just don't want your help.”

"You're my wife, and it's my duty to help you," Franklin said decisively. Emily was furious with him.

She was wondering if Franklin had some fetish. Otherwise, why was he so keen on taking care of her. He was even obsessed.

Could it be because he had been abused when he was little so that he had some psychological illness? Emily thought to herself.

But no matter what, it was time to go downstairs for breakfast.

During breakfast, the butler came over again and whispered something in Franklin's ear.

Franklin snorted, "Just chase them away. Are all security guards at home useless?”

"Yes." The butler nodded immediately.

Emily was sitting opposite Franklin. She frowned slightly after hearing their conversation and guessed, "Did Anthony and others come again?” He had been driven away by her yesterday. Although he had sworn loudly when he had left, Anthony was realistic. If there was something wrong with his work, he would be more anxious than anyone else. It was not impossible for him to come for her again.

"I heard you met them yesterday," Franklin said flatly.

Emily nodded and looked at Franklin curiously, "Was it really you who did it?"

"What? You're not happy with it?"

"No, I just think... Why are you so kind to me, just because I'm your wife?" Emily asked in a low voice.

Franklin snorted, "Isn't that enough? What else do you want?"

"I don't want anything else.” Emily shook her head quickly.

But meanwhile, she was a little disappointed. If he hadn't met her that day, if he had met someone else that day, now, he must be so kind to that woman as well!

The reason Franklin was so kind to her was not that she was Emily, but only because she was his wife.