Emily watched in shock. She had never known that her son could be as shy as a little girl. Watching her four-year-old son's shy demeanor gave her a surprisingly youthful feeling of her first love.
"Ah." Emily sighed and quietly retreated.
The children were having a good time. It was inappropriate and meaningless for her to be around children.
When she returned to her bedroom, she heard the sound of water in the bathroom, which made her frown. She thought, "Is Franklin at home?"
"So you're at home!" Emily opened the bathroom door and saw Franklin.
Franklin was taking a bath. Especially when he turned his head and glanced at Emily, his handsome face and deep eyes made Emily feel breathless.
Dylan considered himself to be a stunningly handsome man. Emily felt that in terms of looks, Dylan could not compete with Franklin at all.
"You still know to come back." Franklin glanced at her coldly.
Emily swallowed again, and she stared fixedly at Franklin.
But she was not stupid. She knew he was upset as soon as she heard Franklin talk like that.
So she walked in and closed the door. Then she said in a low voice, "I know you're angry. It's my fault. Don't be upset, okay? When I see you unsatisfied, my heart aches."
The first trick Erin taught her was not to always go against men. There was nothing to hide between husband and wife. When it was time for a wife to say something nice, didn't mince words.
Franklin looked at her in surprise, thinking that he would leave in anger if he said that. He didn't expect that not only did she not leave, but she also came in and apologized to him.
"Are you all right?" Franklin frowned.
Emily shook her head and said with a smile, "I'm fine. Don't worry, Dylan didn't do anything to me during the three days that I was imprisoned. That guy was very conceited. He always felt that every day when I looked at his face, I would definitely fall in love with him."
"Are you tempted?" Franklin asked.
Although he knew the answer, he still wanted her to say it herself.
Emily approached him with a smile. Because the sprinkler was still on, Emily slowly walked over under Franklin's shocked gaze.
The water splashed on her body, warm and comfortable, but still not as hot as Franklin's eyes.
"Of course not. I already have you. How could I be attracted to him?" Emily reached out her arms and wrapped them around Franklin's neck. She stood on tiptoe and breathed in his ear.
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