Hello, Mr. Brent

Chapter 23

Emily said solemnly, "Mr. Brent, forgive me. You can really take it as if it never happened, and indeed I

have long forgotten. You have money, face, class, and manner. Just one look could make millions of

girls fall for you. Unfortunately, I don't think I have the luck. So, please... Find someone else!"

"So, you're rejecting me. Do you think I'm interested in you?" Franklin leaned back a little and asked

sarcastically with one hand tapping on the table.

"Wasn't it?" Emily thought to herself.

She pursed her lips and said awkwardly, "If not, that's the best. Sorry for the misunderstanding. I'm too

presumptuous."

"Is that all? Who do you think I am?" Franklin suddenly got up and leaned forward, looking down at her,

his gaze hooded, his eyes darkening. He's breathing harder than usual, and she stopped breathing

altogether with him.

"So what?" Emily asked in a daze.

Franklin sneered, leaving her with a meaningful look, and then got up and left

"Mr. Brent, you haven't eaten up yet?!" When Emily saw that he was leaving, she immediately stood up

and chased after him.

She ran into him from behind and bumped into his back.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Emily apologized immediately.

Franklin turned around and said gloomily, "Emily, what are you doing? Playing cat and mouse with

me?"

"What... What are you talking about? I just think that I have ordered so many dishes. It's a shame to

waste them. At least you should eat them before you leave," Emily explained timidly.

Franklin gritted his teeth. He had never seen such a woman before. She was so stupid... so stupid that

she made him want to knock her head open to see what was inside.

He stared at her exquisitely sculptured mouth. Damn it. He's completely captivated by this stupid

woman. He held her at arm's length, and the one thing he could think was to kiss her. And he did it.

Emily widened her eyes and wailed in her heart, "Again?" Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

"Let me go."

Emily immediately pushed Franklin away as hard as she could, snorting and refusing.

"Hey, smart girl. Guess what I meant by kissing you this time." Franklin whispered. He hadn't taken his

hands off Emily.

Emily gasped for air, her eyes reddened from being offended by him, and she felt aggrieved beyond

measure.

"So, Mr. Brent, you think money is powerful enough to help you get anything you want? You are

wealthy so you can assault me whenever you want?"

Emily didn't have much feeling for Franklin, but now she hated him.

Most importantly... She felt like she could not catch her breath. Her head was spinning. She began to

feel faint.

Franklin didn't expect that to happen. As soon as she fell, he caught her quickly and looked at her pale

face frowning.

"Hey, wake up."