Hello, Mr. Brent novel Chapter 42

Franklin worked in the study until midnight. He didn't see Emily when he came to the bedroom.

He frowned and went downstairs angrily to check on her.

"Where's the butler?" Franklin shouted as he walked downstairs.

The butler ran out of his room in a hurry, without buttoning his clothes properly, "What can I do for you, sir?"

"Where's Emily?" Franklin asked.

"Who?"

"The woman came back with me," Franklin explained impatiently.

The butler immediately understood and pointed to the sofa, "She's sleeping on the couch. I invited her to go upstairs, but she refused. She asked me to give her a quilt and sleep there."

Franklin turned around and saw Emily sleeping on the couch.

His voice was high but this didn't wake her up. She slept well like a baby.

Franklin sighed after taking a deep breath. At least she didn't leave. That's good. He was happy to see it.

"All right, you can go!" Franklin said gently to the butler. He's not angry anymore.

The butler nodded and left without hesitation. Franklin walked over to Emily. He wanted to wake her up. But it was late midnight. So he bent down, held her in arms, and walked upstairs quietly and steadily, for fear of waking up his sleeping beauty.

He put her on the bed and cover her up with the new quilt.

She was smiling in her dreams. How sweet!

Franklin lay beside her, looking up at her eyes and eyebrows.

To be honest, Emily was beautiful, but he had seen more beautiful girls. Emily was the only one that touched his heart.

"Good night," Franklin took her into his arms and turned off the light.

The next day, Emily was almost suffocating in her dreams.

It's hot as hell. She must be on a stove. Can anybody help her? Maybe get her a cup of water, or turn on the air-conditioner?

With eyes closed, she pushed the stove away, only to wake Franklin up.

Franklin said impatiently, "Don't move."

The husky voice startled Emily. She opened her eyes, blinked twice to make sure she was not dreaming, "Why are you here?"

Franklin became wide awake now.

He was unhappy, in fact, pissed off. He was never an early bird and didn't like to be woken up early in the morning. He answered impatiently, "This is my bedroom and my bed. Where else can I be if I am not here?"

"Your bedroom?" Emily looked around and found that she wasn't in the living room.

"But I definitely slept on the couch in the living room last night. How did I get to your bedroom?" Emily sat up and argued.

Franklin refuted, "You sleepwalked here. You held me so tightly that I couldn't get rid of you."

"You're lying. I never sleepwalk," Emily retorted immediately.

No one had ever said she was a sleepwalker since she was born.

"Now that you know I'm lying, why not lie down and go back to sleep. Don't you know that I hate being woken up early in the morning?" Franklin reached out his hand and pulled her back on the bed.

But instead of falling on the bed, she fell into his arms.

Emily struggled, "I don't want to sleep with you. You left me alone in the living room last night. Didn't you leave me alone yesterday? I was fine sleeping on the sofa."

"Emily," Franklin yelled.

Emily was startled and sat up straight on the bed, cocking her head to show her determination stubbornly.