Hello, Mr. Brent novel Chapter 29

"It's okay, I... I didn't bring any clothes." Emily shook her head awkwardly.

Finished speaking, a suit coat was draped over her body, warming her slightly cool body from the wet clothes.

"Harry, don't worry. I'll handle it." Franklin said slowly.

Harry looked at him in surprise, a trace of doubt flashing in his eyes.

But he quickly regained his composure and nodded at Franklin, asking him to take Emily to the dressing room.

Protected by Franklin, Emily glared at Iris as she passed by.

Iris, on the other hand, was so surprised to see Franklin and Emily get together again.

"Lucas, why is Emily with your uncle again? What's their relationship?" Iris rushed to Lucas.

Lucas saw that as well. He became unhappy because of it.

Iris was so ignorant that everyone around them could hear her shouting. Thus, Lucas could not help but scold coldly, "Shut up. Remember who and where you are."

Iris lowered her head down unhappily. But when thinking of Franklin being so nice to Emily, and he even took off his clothes and put them on her, she was furious.

Could it be that Emily had secretly hooked up with Mr. Brent?

Then Emily would be her aunt?

No, she would never allow this to happen.

"Why are you here?"

Franklin took Emily to the dressing room upstairs. He closed the door, leaned against it with his arms crossed, looked up and down at Emily.

This made Emily uncomfortable, especially when she thought of how decided she was when she said she didn't want to marry him.

But now...

"Achoo." Emily couldn't help but sneeze in front of Franklin.

Franklin frowned and immediately pushed her to the bathroom.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Emily asked in surprise, not knowing what he was going to do.

"You should take a hot shower. Your clothes are wet. Do you want to catch a cold?" Franklin grumbled.

When they reached the bathroom, Franklin turned on the sprinkler until the hot water came out.

After that, he turned around.

As soon as he left, Emily quickly closed the door and locked it.

"He is ... so annoying," Emily said to herself.

His actions made her shy. It seemed like they were young couples playing little dirty games. But in fact, they barely knew each other except that they had slept.

Franklin sat on the sofa with his legs crossed. His long fingers tapped on the arm, and the sound echoed with the water flow in the bathroom.

Half an hour later, the water flow stopped.

Franklin smiled and looked at the bathroom, waiting for Emily to call him.