Hello, Mr. Brent

It was very quiet. Emily opened her eyes but immediately covered them up with her hands. The light was too strong. It took quite a while for her to get used to it and reopen her eyes. For a moment, she was serene and 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 haunt her. Her father gave her a glass of wine and sent her to a stranger, but she escaped and...

She didn't remember coming here.

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

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

The man... was still there.

was

came out with steam enveloped all over

stiffened, and she immediately pulled up

awake. Do you want to take a

low and magnetic, like a cello that could

not dare to look back at him. She nervously turned her back to him. Her hands were sweating. Her heart was beating so fast that it was going to jump out of her

who this man was. She was completely wasted

walked up to her. His muscular

opposite Emily. His legs were elegantly crossed, and his arms propped up on either side of the sofa. He looked directly into her

what?" Emily