Chapter 85: Mixed Up Passion


    Georgia’s illness was getting worse; her body was already in a bad condition, and after a while, she


    became sleepy again.


    Before she fell asleep, she held onto Florence’s hand, “Flory, stay with me for a while longer.”


    “Sure.”


    There was no way Florence could resist this elder’s kind attitude.


    Georgia eventually managed to fall asleep peacefully.


    There was no reason for Brianna and the rest to stay in the bedroom, so they headed out. Before she


    left, Brianna red at Florence viciously with a murderous intent, as if she would kill her tonight.


    Ernest looked at her with a gentle nce.


    He said in a low voice, “You stay here with me; call me if you need anything.”


    Florence nodded, and watched as Ernest left.


    Georgia managed to rest quite well and didn’t wake up until it waste in the evening.


    The moment she opened her eyes, she saw Florence, who still held her hand by her bedside.


    Georgia was slightly surprised, “Flory, were you here all this time?”


    “Yes, grandma, are you feeling better?”


    Florence smiled, and then began to stretch her stiff body.


    Georgia looked at her with distress, “What a dull child.”


    She sighed and felt sympathy to Florence even more. If she wasn’t so pure and simple, how could she


    possibly agree to call off the engagement to Ernest?


    In the entire City N, there are far too many women plotting to marry Ernest. Even if they were just his


    fiancé, they would ensure that the wedding engagement would proceed.


    But Florence was aplete exception. In this way, she had to help them n…


    “Are you hungry?”


    Georgia looked out at the night sky and asked.


    “I’m fine.”


    Florence shook her head, and then seemed to think of something. Then she asked concernedly,


    “Grandma, are you hungry? Let me fetch someone to bring you food.”


    “The butler’s at the door; just ask them to bring us some food to eat.”


    Georgia must be trying to eat with her. Florence did not put up a pretense, and went to find the butler.


    The old butler agreed wholeheartedly, and then reappeared quickly with a push cart full of food.


    Georgia’s entire being seemed to feel much better after a good rest. With Florence’s help, she got off


    her bed and sat beside the dining table.


    There were two bowls of soup on the table.


    The old butler gave one bowl to Georgia, and another to Florence.


    He carefully noted, “Each soup is made especially for each of you. The soup for madam helps


    replenish blood, and the one for you is to help heal your body.”Property ? 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.


    “Thank you, butler.”


    Faced with the butler’s kindness, Florence thanked him politely.


    Mrs. Hawkins and the butler looked at each other, and a glimmer seemed to sh across their eyes.


    During dinner, Florence finished a bowl of soup, and Georgia handed her a second bowl.


    Elders always enjoyed giving more nourishment to juniors. Florence understood this mentality, and


    obediently drank both bowls of soup.


    It was nearly nine o’clock when they finished dinner, and it was dark out.


    Since it was sote, there was all the more reason to keep Florence for the night. They arranged her to


    stay in Ernest’s room.


    The old butler led her to Ernest’s room and said:


    “Miss Florence, just let me know if you need anything.”


    “OK, you hurry and rest early as well.”


    Florence politely sent off the butler.


    Then she turned to face the door, and felt rather anxious.


    She and Ernest already called off their engagement, but now they were going to sleep in the same


    room.


    She took a deep breath, and then walked into the room.


    The second she entered, she saw various soft-colored decorations, which appearedpletely


    different from Ernest’s room from before, but it eerily resembled her own room’s decoration.


    She was taken aback and thought she had entered the wrong room.


    Ernest satfortably on the sofa, and asked in a very calm tone.


    “I changed the decoration a few days ago; do you like it?”


    He asked for her opinion as if they were husband and wife.


    Florence suddenly felt uneasy; was there any need to ask for her opinion? She was only staying


    temporarily, she didn’t live here.


    But then she thought again; maybe someone was eavesdropping in on their conversation?


    After all, this here was the Hawkins family; there were bound to be eyes and ears everywhere.


    Florence was afraid to say anything, in fear of saying something wrong.


    She just forced a smile and say, “I like it.”


    Ernest seemed to be in a good mood, and he looked at her deeply.


    Florence felt ufortable, and tried to change the subject, “Mr. Hawkins, I’m off to shower; can you


    give me a pajama?”


    She did not bring any change of clothes nor pajamas, so she had to resort to wear his clothes.


    Ernest pointed to a closet, “The clothes in there are especially prepared for you.”


    Prepared for her?


    At least this meant that she didn’t have to wear his clothes. Florence let out a sigh of relief, and went to


    the closet.


    The second she stepped into the closet, she froze still.


    Over half of the clothes there were her own clothes.


    There was a huge selection of styles, from fashionable clothes to pajamas, and there were even a


    dozen sandals, slippers, and shoes.


    Florence was surprised beyond words. Had he not said these were prepared especially for her, she


    would have thought that there was another woman living here.


    But with this many clothes for her, it was as though she was living here.


    Florence felt mayhem within herself; her face turned bright red.


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    She pped her face to dispel the random thoughts in her head and remind herself not to overthink


    things.


    But now her face was even redder and seemed hot enough to boil an egg.


    Her body also had an inexplicable feeling.


    She felt a bit bbergasted; looking at herself in the mirror, with her red cheeks and misty eyes, it was


    as though she had returned to a more youthful version of herself.


    She covered her face in a panicked manner; what was happening to her?


    She shook her head to toss away the random thoughts. She hurriedly grabbed a set of pajamas and


    headed to the bathroom.


    “Ssh.” There came the sound of running water.


    The water thatnded on her body was warm, but to her, she felt as if it was scalding hot water.


    She suddenly turned off the hot water, and it suddenly became cold.


    The frigid water that hit her skin seemed to help suppress the odd hot feeling she felt.


    However, it didn’t take long for that odd hot sense to return; her body felt like it was on fire, and it felt as


    if it was burning even hotter.


    Not even the cold water could cool her down.


    Her head started to get dizzy, and her mouth felt dry. The heat was bing unbearable, she felt as if


    she had to do something…


    One hourter.


    Ernest frowned and looked toward the closed bathroom door. Howe she hasn’te out yet?


    He stood up and went to knock on the door.


    “Florence?”


    There was only the sound of running water.


    Ernest raised his voice and asked again, “Florence? Answer me.”


    His voice was louder than the running water, but Florence still said nothing.


    Did something happen to her?


    His suddenly became quite worried and kicked the door open, then rushed in.


    In a second, he froze still.


    Before him, Florence had nothing on, but she sat in a bathtub full of running water; her face was


    flushed red, and she looked dazed…