Hello, Mr. Brent

Emily was really inexperienced in writing love letters. She looked for some famous ones on the Internet, copied some lovely sentences, and finally wrote a love letter that moved people to cry.

"Madam, the black chicken soup is ready. You can go down and have it." The servant knocked on the door and told Emily to go downstairs. "Okay, right away.” Emily put the love letter on the table before she could sign it and jumped to go down the stairs.

She started with the words "Dear," not daring to write Sebastian's name. Because she always felt awkward, but when she signed Joyce in the end, she thought Sebastian should know.

As soon as Emily left, Franklin returned from the study to the bedroom and was ready to tell Emily about the family dinner of the Brents next week.

He didn't found Emily but only a piece of paper.

"Dear?" Franklin picked it up. At first glance, he was attracted to the word in the first line.

He couldn't help but smile and look at it seriously.

"Dear, ever since I first saw you, I have fallen deeply in love with you. When I was in the most difficult and helpless time, it was God who sent you to me and gave me the courage to live. For a long time, this love has become more and more intense, so strong that I can't help but want to tell you loudly, 'I love you." I love everything about you, love every part of you, and I hope you can accept my love and are willing to spend the rest of your life with me hand in hand..."

Franklin smiled. Emily's handwriting was not very good, but her love letter was very touching. It was the first time he had read a love letter from someone else. He didn't expect it to feel so different when he saw it clearly.

The heart seemed to be soaked by warm water, and he got indescribably moved.

"Hey, why are you here?" Emily pushed the door open and asked in surprise when she saw Franklin.

Franklin quickly put down the love letter, turned to look at her and said gently, "What did you do? I have something to tell you.”

"I went down to have some soup. What's the matter?”

"The reunion dinner of the Brents will be held next week. You married me and haven't officially met my family yet. So next week, I'm going to introduce you to everyone and let them know you."

"That's weird. Didn't you introduce me to your family last time and say I was your assistant? Why do you suddenly introduce me to your family again?” Emily said.

She did not forget the last time when Franklin introduced her as an assistant.

Franklin thought about the last time when she was angry about this, so he fondly rubbed her hair and said, "You're still angry about what happened last time! Didn't you tell me not to have a wedding and let everyone know about it? I think you aren't happy to let others know. But people in my family are different. They have the right to know." "But you don't have to introduce me to everyone in such a grand way! Wouldn't it be troublesome in the future when you want to marry another one?" Emily muttered.

"What did you say?" Franklin couldn't hear clearly.

Emily shook her head quickly. A few times later, she knew that Franklin was not happy to talk about Avery.

"Don't mumble. It's settled. I'll ask Jason to arrange a stylist for you and help you choose some nice clothes for you and have your hair styled." Franklin pinched her face lovingly again.

Emily felt no pain from his pinching, but there was an indescribable ambiguity around them.

She blushed and said shyly, "Do I have to do the styling? No need! No matter how hard I try to do it, I can't turn into a beauty.”

"Who said that? You look gorgeous in my eyes.” Franklin approached her, pinched her chin and kissed her on the lips.

Emily's face turned even redder. She looked at Franklin with watery eyes and said with her heart pounding, "What happened to you today? Why are you so gentle all of a sudden?”

It was so strange that he didn’t even scold her after some brief conversations, and praising her for her good looks.

"I saw your confession. I didn’t expect you to love me so much. Don't worry, I'll be nice to you.” Franklin said gently.

He approached her and tried to kiss her after talking, but was stopped by Emily's outstretched hand on his chest.

"What? What love letter did you say?" Emily asked in horror.

Could it be? That he read her love letter and thought it was for him! Unexpectedly, Franklin picked up the love letter with a smile and said, "Of course it is. I've read it. Although your handwriting is bad, the content is very touching.”

“This is not for you!" She quickly went to grab it, but she failed. Franklin's handsome face immediately crumpled, and he asked with a dark face, "Who is the love letter written for? Are you writing a love letter to someone else?"

"No, no." Emily looked at him and quickly denied.

Franklin's eyes were so scary that she felt that if she admitted it, he would strangle her to death.

"So why do you write this love letter?" Franklin asked coldly.

Emily hurriedly explained, "It's Joyce. Joyce wants to confess to Sebastian. But she doesn't know how to confess. She knows that I'm a good writer, so she asks me to write a love letter for her. She wants to write a love letter to Sebastian."

"So, you mean this love letter is for Sebastian?" Franklin's face took on a more ghastly expression.

Emily said, "Yes, it's for Sebastian. But it's not me who 'write’ the love letter, it's Joyce."

"Oh, do you think I would believe that?" Franklin sneered.

Emily said anxiously, "Why don't you believe me? This is the truth!" "Give me your phone." Franklin reached out and asked for her phone. Emily asked quickly, "What are you doing?"

"Give it to me, or I'll tear the love letter up." Franklin threatened.

"No, no, no, no. I've been writing this all morning.” As soon as Emily heard that he was going to tear it up, she immediately gave up and served her phone obediently.

Franklin took the phone and called Sebastian.

Soon, Sebastian got through.

In a very excited voice, he said, "Emily, you called me. That's great. Can I help you? I have time."

“I'm Franklin. I'm just informing you that Joyce loves you. Seize the chance.” Franklin said and hung up.

What the hell?! She glared at Franklin and didn't how to react.

Her phone started ringing again and again, but Franklin declined it. She didn't have to ask to know who it was. Since you were suddenly informed of that, it was natural to figure it out.

Emily finally regained her senses and rushed to grab her phone.

"Let me make it clear to Sebastian, or Joyce will kill me.” Emily shouted as she grabbed it.

Unfortunately, Franklin didn't give her any chance. He threw the love letter into the trash can and her cell phone out at the same time. Emily quickly bent down to pick it up, but as soon as she bent down, she was hugged by Franklin with his hand putting on her waist. "Franklin, let me go, let me answer the phone." Emily struggled. Franklin pressed her down and refused to let her move, "Don't blame me for kissig you if you move again."