Hello, Mr. Brent

In broad daylight, she felt too shameful to go out.

"The servants knocked on the door just now." Emily finally calmed down and said with a red face.

"I don't care. They don't come in anyway," Franklin said nonchalantly. "But they must know what we're doing. You're... Shameless in broad daylight!" Emily accused with a blush.

Franklin held her in his arms, then pinched her chin and kissed her, "We're husband and wife. What's wrong? And this is punishment. If you write about this mess with another man in the future, I won't spare you."

As Franklin spoke, his lower body hit hers, startling Emily and making her cheeks redder.

"I've explained everything to you. I wrote it for Joyce.” Emily punched him angrily.

"You can't write for someone else,” Franklin said domineeringly.

Just as they were speaking, a knock came on the door, and Mrs. Brent said, "What are you doing in the room? How long have I been waiting downstairs? Franklin, I'm your mother at least. How dare you make me wait downstairs?"

"Ah, your mother is here.” Emily exclaimed.

They didn't expect Mrs. Brent to open the door without waiting for them to respond.

Emily cried out in shock, and Franklin was even quicker to pull a quilt over Emily.

He, on the other hand, held a shirt in front of him and said to Mrs. Brent unhappily, "Mom, how can you come in without my permission?" Mrs. Brent also did not expect to see such a scene when she came in. She could not help but be ashamed and angry. She immediately turned around and said angrily, "In broad daylight, don't you feel shameful?" "You've also experienced this when you were young. Don't you feel shameful, mom?” Franklin replied.

Mrs. Brent was so angry that she trembled all over. At this time, Ivy's voice came from downstairs and asked Mrs. Brent what was wrong. And there were footsteps. It looked like she was going upstairs.

Mrs. Brent took a deep breath and had no time to argue with Franklin. She quickly closed the door for them and said, "Put on your clothes and come down immediately.”

Emily covered her face and thought she'd better die than feel such embarrassment.

"Your mother must hate me so much, and she'll hate me even more in the future,” Emily wailed.

"Would she like you without this?" Franklin said coldly.

Emily thought he was right. Whether or not it happened, his mother would not like her.

But...

"Oh, I always feel like I've been caught in bed,” Emily sighed.

Franklin was amused by her. He pinched her cheek and said, "We are legal. You can put this feeling aside.”

Emily curled her lips and watched as he threw his shirt away. He stood up and went to the bathroom as if there were no one else.

However, when he reached the bathroom door, Franklin stopped and turned around, "She told us to get down quickly. You can take a shower when I finish, or you can take a shower with me."

Emily hesitated for two seconds, then stood up and followed him into the bathroom.

Although she was a little shy, they had already seen each other naked and had sex many times. If she went downstairs later than Franklin, she would be ridiculed to death by Mrs. Brent.

Emily's face turned even redder when she came out, so she quickly found a more conservative set of clothes to wrap herself up tightly.

The two of them went downstairs. Mrs. Brent had already let servants change the tea twice.

Seeing that they were slowly approaching, she immediately snorted and said sarcastically, "It's good enough for you to let your elders wait here. Especially you, Emily. Although I didn't admit that you are my daughter- in-law, you are married to Franklin after all. At least you should pretend to be a daughter-in-law. Which daughter-in-law would let her mother- in-law wait so long?"

Emily complained in her heart, why didn't you reprove your son? You saw what happened just now. This was not a single person's fault.

But she said, "Yes, yes, yes. You're right. It's all my fault. It's all my fault." "It's not your fault. Why are you apologizing?” Franklin scolded.

Emily: ".."

She glared at him, gritted her teeth, and complained in her heart, "I'm trying to resolve this conflict and make your mother happy.”

"What are you doing here?" Franklin asked Mrs. Brent.

He even didn't use the honorific. Franklin was really in a bad mood. Mrs. Brent's originally arrogant attitude was also changed after seeing Franklin's expression. She coughed slowly and said, “I came here today to discuss with you about next week's The Brents banquet. I used to be the one who helped you plan it because you didn't get married before. But now that you're married, I think you really want to show her to everyone this year! In that case, let her participate in this family banquet and learn how to be the master's wife of the Brents."

"Ah, I'm afraid not, I can't.” Emily immediately declined.

Mrs. Brent snorted coldly, "I didn't expect you can. Just follow me and learn. You're Franklin's wife. You must learn. All the trivial things in the Brents will be handed over to you sooner or later. If you really don't think you have the ability, why don't you just let a better woman replace you and leave consciously? Another woman would play a better role in this position.”

"Emily, it's very simple. I just came back to help auntie plan it. I can teach you,” Ivy said immediately.

Mrs. Brent could not help but hold Ivy's hand and said, "Ivy is still sensible. She is a few years younger than you. Look at her and look at you, she is really much better than you.”

"I know how good she is. You don't have to see her merits.” Franklin also held Emily's hand.

Ivy was embarrassed and looked at them with pain in her eyes.

Mrs. Brent was so angry that she couldn't figure out what her son liked Emily. She didn't look good or have a nice figure. If she was a vixen, that was also okay. But she was rustic.

"If you don't want her to participate, forget it. If she doesn't participate this time, she can't participate in it again."