Hello, Mr. Brent
Chapter 3

It was very quiet. Emily opened her eyes but immediately covered themup with her hands. The light was too strong. It took quite a while for herto get used to it and reopen her eyes. For a moment, she was sereneand tranquil, enjoying the strange ceiling and unfamiliar smell.

Her befuddled brain struggled through yesterday's visual memories.Fractured memories of the previous night came slowly back to haunther. Her father gave her a glass of wine and sent her to a stranger, butshe escaped and...

She didn't remember coming here.

The clattering sound of water came from the bathroom, making Emilygain her senses from the shock.

She quickly glanced sideways at the bathroom, and a slender figureloomed over her through a glass door.

The man... was still there.

Emily's mind was in a mess.

"Bang!" The bathroom door opened, and the man came out with steamenveloped all over his body.

Emily's hand stiffened, and she immediately pulled up the quilt to coverherself.

"You're awake. Do you want to take a bath?" The man asked her gently.His voice was charming, slightly low and magnetic, like a cello thatcould tug at people's heartstrings.

But Emily did not dare to look back at him. She nervously turned herback to him. Her hands were sweating. Her heart was beating so fastthat it was going to jump out of her chest.

What should she do? She didn't know who this man was. She wascompletely wasted yesterday... She couldn't even remember what thisman looked like.

She didn't dare to look back, so the man walked up to her. His muscularbody was wrapped in a white bathrobe with a knot loosely tied aroundhis waist.

He sat on the sofa opposite Emily. His legs were elegantly crossed, andhis arms propped up on either side of the sofa. He looked directly intoher with his dark eyes and said blankly, "We should talk.”

"Talk...Talk about what?" Emily asked guiltily.

Although she was the one who lost her virginity last night, she couldclearly remember that it was she who clung to this man and did not lethim go yesterday.

Peeping at the man, Emily felt even more guilty.

This man was really good-looking, with delicate features and a chiseledface. Under his dashing eyebrows were the sharp, deep eyes. With hertwo-year work experience, she could tell he was definitely not anordinary person at first sight.

But as for what happened yesterday... It seemed like she was the onewho had profited from it.

Otherwise, the man wouldn't have stayed and asked her for anexplanation.

She just didn't know how he was going to settle the score.