Hello, Mr. Brent novel Chapter 164

Emily was holding a bowling ball and throwing it hard at the target.

But he didn't expect the ball to miss the target, but it went over again and flew directly out of the orbit.

"Hahaha, you can't just stand by and watch the game, or else you might get killed or injured by accident," Harry said with a smile.

Emily gave him a resentful look, "Mr. Carter, you weren't like this before. Why are you like this now?"

"Who was I before?" Harry said with a smile.

"It's not the kind of person who sprinkles salt on people's wounds, anyway," said Emily."

"Come on, I'll teach you." Franklin walked over and gave her a ball. He hugged her from behind and taught her by hand.

This time, although it was not a complete hit, it did not deviate from the track.

Seeing two more bumps, Emily couldn't help but shout happily, "Great, great."

Franklin looked at her with a smile in his eyes and taught her with a ball player.

After a few more lessons in a row, Emily mastered the essence.

She was not stupid, and she was quick to learn, so she quickly started. He stopped teaching Franklin and slowly groped around with the ball.

Emily had just played this game and was in high spirits. Franklin and Harry went to rest after playing for a while, but she refused to rest and insisted on practicing for a while.

Franklin had no choice but to let her play here. He and Harry took a break.

The waitress immediately sent two glasses of water. Harry took one and took a sip. Looking at Emily sweating profusely, he could not help but smile and say, "She is very interested in everything. She is indeed an interesting person."

Franklin curled his lips slightly and said with a faint smile, "Yes, I've never seen a woman more interesting than her."

"Isn't Avery, too?" Harry asked.

Franklin's face darkened and he was speechless, "Did you tell her that Avery was coming back and that I was still meeting her in England?"

Franklin had never doubted Harry before, but Emily refused when he heard that he was playing with Harry. Now that I think about it, there's a problem.

"You've wronged me. I just said that Avery is in England, but I didn't tell her that you met Avery. I didn't tell her that Avery will be back next week," Harry quickly argued.

But Franklin didn't doubt him. Women like to think of many things from one thing anyway. And it was often the right thing to think about. He thought the rest was just Emily's imagination.

"Don't tell her about Avery anymore. Avery and I are in the past. Now that we're together, we don't want anyone or anything to disturb our peaceful life," Franklin said slowly.

Harry raised his eyebrows, "Have you and Avery really become the past?"

"Otherwise, don't you believe me? If it was fake, I would have gone to see her. Besides, we haven't broken off contact in the past few years. You've seen it too."

"Well, I saw it, and I saw Avery's reluctance to give up on you, and you rejected so many socialites over the years. I thought she was waiting for you to apologize to her, and you were waiting for her to turn around. But I didn't expect Emily to show up all of a sudden, which was completely unexpected," Harry sighed.

Franklin said slowly, "It's impossible for Avery and I. If you can't forget her, you can go after her. I'll support you."

"But she likes you, not me." Harry smiled bitterly.

"She doesn't like me. If she liked me, she wouldn't have left so decisively back then."