Chapter 276: I’m Here with You.


    Being scolded and pointed at her nose and ndered in public, Florence couldn’t endure any longer.


    She looked at Annabelle in disgust and questioned, “Annabelle, you can’t gain Reynold’s heart. Why do


    you think you can nder me in this way? What have I done to offend you?”


    “Am I ndering you? I just told the truth,” Annabelle said quite affirmatively.


    Florence’s temples were popping fiercely and she felt a strong migraine. The gazes from the crowd


    were stinging her like thorns, making her so embarrassed.


    She hadn’t done anything wrong, but Annabelle kept ndering her.


    Florence’s retort sounded so weak.


    Not only her but also Ernest’s reputation was ruined. She was worried about how those people would


    look at her and what rumors would be made against Ernest.


    Florence wished that she could tear Annabelle’s mouth. However, she had no idea how she could


    prove her innocence.


    She felt the strong migraine, feeling the disdain and hatred from the onlookers surrounding her.


    “Crick.”


    The leather shoes cricked on the floor. The footsteps stopped next to Florence.


    Ernest’s tall and strong figure appeared next to Florence. Reaching out, he pulled Florence into his


    arms.


    He was tall and strong and Florence was petite. He wrapped her in his arms like providing her with a


    safe haven, so protective and secured.


    His embrace blocked those hateful gazes.


    Florence’s heart skipped a beat when she smelt the familiar scent. Turning around, she saw the familiar


    handsome face.


    It was Ernest.


    Looking at her, he slightly nodded. His low and calm voice made her feel so secure.


    “I’m here with you.”


    Hence, he hinted that she should rest assured.


    His words were like a tranquilizer that calmed down Florence quickly. She wasn’t panicked or sad


    anymore.


    She seemed to find someone to rely on. As long as he was here with her, she wouldn’t fear those


    rumors at all.


    The onlookers witnessed Erneste over suddenly. Under their gazes, he held Florence in his arms


    without caring about anything.


    His domineering gesture fully dered his desire for possession and protection to Florence.


    Everyone gazed at them in surprise.


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    Florence was revealed of dating two men at the same time in public, and Ernest was cheated on by


    her. That meant Ernest’s dignity was ruined. Wasn’t he supposed to hate Florence to the core?


    How could he step out and hold her protectively?


    Annabelle was deadly shocked, stiffing at the spot like a log. She looked at this superior and respected


    man in disbelief.


    Since she was so close to Ernest, she could clearly feel the strong aura emanated from the man, which


    made her hard to brief. Seemingly she could be pinched to death if he casually raised his fingers.


    In front of the man, although he hadn’t spared any nce at her, Annabelle became fearful from the


    bottom of her heart.


    She even began to regret that she came to provoke Florence and ruined his reputation.


    Ernest calmed Florence down. Then he switched his gaze. In an instant, his gaze became cold and


    sharp, as dangerous as the sharp daggers.


    The temperature around him immediately dropped below the frozen point, making others tremble.


    Ernest didn’t spare any nce to the onlookers. He even ignored Annabelle. Instead, he stared


    daggers at Reynold directly.


    The sharp gaze was stabbed onto Reynold’s body like a thorn.


    Reynold stiffed, his body tightened.


    Although he was pretty capable and had met a lot of powerful ones, he felt somewhat frightened when


    facing Ernest in this way.


    Usually, Ernest’s coldness was just indifference. However, when he was pissed, his aura was as


    freezing as the arctic ice ... cold to the core.


    “Reynold Myron, do something to your private affairs. Don’t get my fiancée involved.”


    His cold words were a warning as well as a threat.


    It was also a sign to stomp on Reynold. His gesture with great pride and dignity hinted that Reynold


    had no chance toy a finger on Florence.


    He implied that the words from Annabelle’s mouth were simply nder.


    After all, Reynold even didn’t have the right to appear in front of Ernest, let alone that Ernest’s fiancée


    would have an affair with Reynold.


    It was obviously a p in Reynold''s face without leaving him any dignity.


    Reynold hadn’t been so humiliated since he started his career in the fashion business. If he admitted


    his failure, he wouldn’t be able to get rid of this stain all his life, and he would definitely be looked down


    upon by others.


    He was humiliated under the witness of so many upper-ss celebrities. It meant his dignity was


    stomped on.


    Reynold frowned deeply, a rage surging in his chest and burning violently.


    However, when his gaze fell on Florence, the rage couldn’t be stronger.


    He just felt sorry for her extremely pale and aggrieved face.


    He knew it was him who brought her an undeserved catastrophe.


    Reynold felt so upset as if his heart was torn and bleeding.


    With his tightened body, he pressed his thin lips.


    After a long while, he said in difficulty, “Mr. Hawkins, I’m terribly sorry. It’s my fault.”


    There was another uproar in the crowd.


    Nobody had expected that Reynold would make the apology in public. When he did that, he meant to


    admit that there was nothing special between Florence and him. Also, he became too humble to get in


    any rtionship with Florence.


    No man would rather give up his dignity to protect a woman.


    Unless what Reynold said was the truth.


    All the gazes were swept among the four. They all understood what Annabelle had said was fake.


    Florence wasn’t dating Reynold at all.


    Hence, that meant they had misunderstood Florence.


    Annabelle muttered in disbelief, “How could... How could this be...”


    Reynold was such a proud man, but he apologized in public. No matter what else Annabelle would say,


    her words would be useless.


    Did that mean there was no affair between Florence and Reynold at all?


    Annabelle still couldn’t believe it because she could tell...


    Her voice made Ernest frown unhappily. An undisguised disgust appeared on his face.


    He lowered his head and said to Florence in his arms. “Let’s leave here.”


    Florence looked at the man in a daze. Her heart kept hammering.


    His behaviors and words were all protective to her. He just protected her without any suspicion.


    It was him who had saved her from the most embarrassing scenario.


    Staying in his arms, Florence felt as if she had found the most reliable one to rely on. She felt so


    secured and peaceful.


    All the harm on her was blocked by the man aggressively.


    Seeing that Florence was looking at him in a daze, Ernest was a bit startled by her affectionate gaze.


    The anger in his chest disappeared a little in secret.


    He pressed his lips. “Can’t you move now?”


    It wasn’t until then did Florencee back to her senses. She wondered what had happened to her.


    How could she lose in thought while looking at Ernest in front of so many people?


    She also thought about a lot of shameful things in her mind.


    Florence was flustered and panicked. When she was about to speak, suddenly she felt the loss of


    bnce ... she was lifted by the man.


    In a panic, she hurriedly wrapped her arms around Ernest’s neck.


    Looking flustered, she asked, “Mr. Hawkins, what...” She wanted to ask what he was doing.