Sweet to the heart

Chapter 16

After sending the friend request, Summer handed the phone back to Emily. "Here you go. Let's eat first. If he accepts your request later, you can talk to him about the magazine shoot."

Just as she finished speaking, Emily’s phone chimed with a Twitter notification.

Summer, excited, asked, "Quick, check if it’s Robin accepting your friend request!"

Emily also thought it might be Robin, so she put down her chopsticks, ready to discuss the magazine shoot with him. But when she looked at her phone, the top message was from Frank, not Robin.

She opened Frank’s message.

[What time will you be home?]

What’s it to you what time I get home?

Emily placed the phone face down on the table and resumed eating her hotpot.

Summer asked, "It wasn’t Robin? Why aren’t you replying?"

Emily blew on the steaming beef she had just taken out of the pot and said, "It’s Frank, asking what time I’ll be home."

"Aren’t you going to reply?"

"No."

Last night, he had given her the cold shoulder for no reason, and secretly hid the spare bedroom key. She was still mad about that.

When Robin received Emily’s friend request, he was sitting in Frank’s office. He had returned to the country a few days ago and wanted to meet up with Frank. After several unsuccessful attempts over the past few days, he finally decided to confront him at work.

"Sean, how long has it been since you hung out with the guys? We’ve been considerate of your newlywed status, not bothering you on the weekends so you could be with your wife. But now it’s a workday, and you still can’t come out to have some fun?"

Frank, sitting in his chair with his legs crossed, was holding his phone, staring at the chat with Emily. He replied coolly, "No, I’m busy."

"Busy spending time with your little wife."

Frank glanced at him but didn’t respond.

Robin stood by with his arms crossed, clicking his tongue. "You really can’t stand to be away from your wife, huh? How about inviting her to join us? James and the others are coming too."

Frank remained silent, his gaze fixed on the phone screen.

Just then, Robin’s phone rang. He glanced at it—it was James calling.

"Alright, since you want to spend more time with your wife, I won’t intrude on your couple’s time. James is calling to rush me; I’ll head over first."

He grabbed his jacket from the sofa, put it on, and then donned a hat, mask, and sunglasses, completely covering himself. Phone in hand, he strolled towards the door.

The office fell silent. Frank tossed his still unreplied to phone aside, leaned back, and massaged his temples.

"Sean, Sean!"

Robin suddenly returned, not even bothering to take off his mask, and thrust his phone screen in front of Frank’s face. "Your wife just added me on Twitter. Twitter me a friend request!"

Frank looked up and saw the message "Frank’s wife." A smile briefly flickered in his eyes.

Robin sat down beside him and, right under Frank’s nose, accepted the request.

"What were you talking to your wife about just now? Why did she suddenly add me on Twitter?"

This reminded Frank—if Emily added Robin on Twitter, it meant she had been on her phone, yet she hadn’t replied to his message.

Frank’s lips tightened, his expression growing colder.

Robin, recalling how Emily had previously rejected his and James’s friend requests, was too busy showing off the screenshot of Emily adding him as a friend in their group chat to notice Frank’s darkening mood.

Last time, when Emily rejected their friend requests, Frank had explained that they were too enthusiastic, acting like gangsters, and it had scared her. So this time, Robin cautiously greeted Emily with a polite tone.

"Hello, I’m Robin. Is there something you need, sister-in-law?"

Emily quickly responded, explaining that she wanted to invite him to do a photoshoot for the year-end special issue. Robin turned to Frank and asked, "Your wife says she wants me to do the year--eTwittercial shoot. Did she mention this to you?"

Frank replied flatly, "Aren’t you abroad for further studies? Do you even have time to do a photoshoot?"

"I wouldn’t do it for just anyone, but we’ve been brothers since childhood. If your wife asks, I’ve got to help."

He was about to reply to Emily, asking her to send him the proposal when a hand landed on his shoulder.

Frank’s voice was cold, carrying a commanding tone. "You must not agree to this."