Hello, Mr. Brent

Chapter 2

The man looked at Emily in surprise. When he heard the footsteps behind, his eyes sank. He quickly

pulled her up and entered the elevator.

Emily was still unconscious. Her body was burning, and she could not bear it anymore. She pressed

closer to the man subconsciously.

The man inhaled sharply and held her head in place, "Don't move." He pushed her away to keep a

distance. Stuck in the elevator with a drunk woman is really not a good idea.

Emily hit the wall. The pain made her frown and yet soberer. She bit her lower lip hard, trying to

suppress her burning desire. She had wished she's next to a swimming pool rather than getting stuck

in an elevator with a hot guy. Plunging into cold water was all she needed right now.

"Ding!" The elevator hit the ground floor and opened.

The man strode out, but Emily subconsciously extended a long-fingered hand to grab his sleeve, "Don't

leave me behind, please." The man was stunned when Emily leaned over.

The man clenched his other hand into a fist and made a creaking sound.

"Do you know what you're doing?" A husky voice rang in Emily's ear.

The man took a deep breath, picked Emily up in fireman's carry, and walked out of the building to the

five-star hotel opposite in haste. Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

"Mr. Brent." The hotel receptionist and security bowed as soon as they saw him.

The man didn't respond to their hospitality and carried her into the elevator again.

In the presidential suite, the lights were dim, but two bodies were intertwined on the king-size bed.