Hello, Mr. Brent

Chapter 4

It was obvious that there was no special expression on his face, but Emily felt her mouth dry out of

pressure.

This was the aura. This man's aura was so powerful that there was only one thought in her mind: RUN,

RUN FAST!

Her intuition told her that she could not afford to provoke him.

"I'm extremely sorry for what happened last night, but since you didn't lose anything, just pretend that

nothing happened, okay?" Emily murmured in a trembling voice.

The man glared at Emily, sending a chill down her spine and causing her to shudder. Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

The man was indeed unhappy. He stared at her with cold eyes and pursed lips. Clearly, he was angry.

Emily cringed inwardly and clenched her hand in the quilt. The man's eyes were fierce and intimidating.

Although she did not look at him directly, she could still feel his gaze. He was looking at her, but he

didn't speak anything. The air seemed to freeze and made her feel suffocated

Fortunately, a discordant voice suddenly sounded in the room, breaking the deadlock.

The cell phone was ringing.

However, it's obviously not her ringtone. She never used such a dull one.

As expected, the man stood up and walked towards the bedside table. Emily was so scared that she

buried her head down even more. It's only when the man picked up the phone and left did she

breathed a sigh of relief.

"Yes, I see. I'll be right back." The man hung up the phone and walked to the wardrobe.

Emily inadvertently raised her head and glanced at him from the corner of her eye. She was amazed

by his gorgeous body. There was no fat on his body, but he was not thin. He definitely belonged to the

type of looking fit in clothes, but being muscular when taking all clothes off. Oh, the pec. The bicep.

That's really her thing.

"Do you like it?" The man asked and looked at her with a teasing smile.

Emily came to her senses. Her cheeks were heating up. She quickly buried her head in her hands and

apologized, "I...I'm sorry."

"My name is Franklin. Don't worry. I'll take responsibility for you."

"Respon…sibility?" Emily subconsciously looked up at him, dumbfounded.

Franklin stared at Emily, gray eyes dark. Her stunned face was really funny. Was it the reaction of being

overjoyed?

However, he hid his thoughts and feelings so well. He explained emotionlessly, "I have something to do

now and need to leave immediately. You can continue to sleep as long as you want."

"I... I don't need you to take responsibility for me." Emily finally gathered her mind and shook her head.

Taking responsibility means starting a serious relationship. What happened yesterday was an accident.

If she didn't gulp down the wine, it wouldn't have happened. She had no idea who he was. She didn't

even know how to write his name. How could she let him take responsibility?

She wished she could forget all when she left and never have anything to do with the man again.

Franklin looked at her coldly, as if he didn't expect her to say that "I don't need you to take responsibility

for me" thing.

Emily awkwardly turned away and tried not to have eye contact with him. She smiled bitterly and said,

"What happened last night was an accident. I was tricked, and all these happened when I was

unconscious. But this is not your fault. We are adults. That's it! I don't need you to be responsible. You

don't have to be guilty."

"But you are already mine."