Hello, Mr. Brent novel Chapter 180

When Franklin got home, Emily was already asleep.

But instead of sleeping in the master bedroom, she slept in the guest room. Originally, she was not found in the master bedroom, but she asked the servants. Only then did she know that Emily asked them to clean up the guest room at night. She moved to the guest room to sleep.

Franklin walked in, and Emily was curled up in the quilt.

Her legs were bent and her body was curled up. His hands were clenched into fists and placed in front of him. Franklin had read a book in a trance saying that most people who sleep like this are insecure, so they can't help but act like this in their sleep.

But Emily did not sleep well. He was always dreaming, and all kinds of dreams overlapped. The grievances she suffered when she was young, the bullying she suffered when she grew up, as if she had never had a better life.

She was so uncomfortable that she couldn't help crying and felt like she was in a warm embrace.

At this time, to her, any warm object made her feel grateful and couldn't help but get closer.

"Who let you in? We've been separated since today. An unreasonable woman like me doesn't deserve to sleep with you," Emily said angrily.

Franklin sighed, reached out and touched her face, "Okay, stop messing around. Be good."

Emily widened her eyes and sneered, "So you think I'm just messing around? Franklin, who do you think you are?"

"Of course I'm your man. Stop fooling around, baby. Be good. I was wrong about Avery. I didn't tell you earlier. I apologize to you. I promise I won't do it again. I'm just afraid you'll be suspicious. I didn't expect it to be more troublesome. I won't do such a stupid thing again. Forgive me this time." Franklin apologized gently again.

Emily looked at him in astonishment. He didn't expect him to apologize to her so easily and say so softly.

Emily felt a little sad and wanted to hug him and tell him. I'm not angry anymore. I'm not angry with Avery. Even if you're lying to me on purpose, I'm not angry at you for saying these things.

But thinking about your body... She was heartbroken. What was luck? God didn't want her to live well, so he tortured her on purpose.

"Franklin, you don't have to be so sorry for me. Avery is your childhood sweetheart, smart and beautiful, considerate and considerate. You two are the best match. Didn't you miss it before? Now you can find it back. But I don't want to be with you anymore. I don't think I'm worthy of you. I can't stand those discriminating eyes. I have dignity too. Even if I live an ordinary life, I don't want to be put on a high and cold position."

"You don't have to care about other people's eyes. You just have to look at me. I think you deserve it. You don't care what others say." Franklin held her hand.

But Emily once again threw it away and got off the bed with a cold smile, "Franklin, you're so funny. Do you think we live in a world of no one? There are people all around. How can I not pay attention to you?"

"So you're giving up on me for those people's eyes?" Franklin frowned.

Emily was startled and nodded his head fiercely.

Franklin sneered and asked miserably, "Emily, what do you think of me? What am I to you after all this time?"