Hello, Mr. Brent

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."

"That's what you said. When she comes back this time, I will chase her," Harry said with a smile.

Franklin said indifferently, "I will definitely support you and give you all the encouragement in spirit and

action."

"Then I thank you," Harry said.

Emily ran over and wiped the sweat off his neck with a towel. Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

Franklin quickly stood up and handed her a glass of water. Emily finished it in one gulp and said, "I'll go

to the bathroom first. I'll call you later."

After that, he ran away like a gust of wind.

Franklin put the empty glass aside and asked the waiter to bring a new one. He was afraid that Emily

would come back later and be thirsty, just in time for a drink.

Harry stared at Franklin in shock for a while before saying, "Franklin, you've really changed a lot. When

did you become so good at taking care of people? I've known you for more than 20 years. I've never

seen you be so considerate to anyone."

"Because I wasn't married before Emily, so of course I didn't have to be considerate to anyone,"

Franklin said naturally.

Harry opened his mouth. He was speechless.

But what's wrong with him? He's never been married before, but that doesn't mean he hasn't been in

love! When she was with Avery, she had never seen him so considerate and thoughtful. If that was the

case, Avery would not break up in anger and leave the country.

"There's a fight in the bathroom." The attendant at the door suddenly whispered.

When Franklin heard this, he immediately frowned and stood up to walk out.

Emily also went to the bathroom, but he hasn't come back for so long.

"Apologize to me. You must apologize today."

"You bumped into me first. Why should I apologize to you?"

"Just apologize!"

"Shut up, I'm your little aunt anyway."

Franklin and Harry walked towards the bathroom. Before they could get there, they heard the noise

inside and could not help but quicken their steps.

There was no choice. One of them was Emily, the other was Ivy. Either of them was enough for

Franklin and Harry to pick up the pace.

"Get out of the way," Franklin said to the crowd coldly.

His voice was too harsh, and although those people didn't know who he was, they still made way for

him.

When Ivy saw Harry, she immediately pounced on him and said, "Brother, someone is bullying me."

Harry was two years old, holding his dear sister in his arms, and then he yelled at Ryan, who was

standing beside him, "What's wrong with you? Why are you playing with Ivy? Why are you fighting with

her again?"

Ryan also looked aggrieved. He didn't want to do it either. It was just an empty toilet and they met. If he

had known, he would not have brought Ivy here to play.

"Why do you blame Ryan? It's not that he bullied me. Why don't you settle the score with the person

who bullied me? Are you still my brother?" Ivy cried and complained.

"Who bullied you? It was you who bumped into me and your body was weak. You couldn't bear to fall to

the ground. It's none of my business. I haven't said you stepped on my foot yet, but you hit me back

first." Emily snorted and retorted.

When Franklin heard this, he quickly asked her, "Did she step on your foot? Is it serious?"