Chapter 336: Choosing Either Option
Florence feltplicated. She hadn’t recovered from her disappointment in love, and she suddenly
had an older brother, both of which caught her unprepared.
However, it also approved what Georgia had said in Ernest’s ward ... just because she was the missing
daughter of the Fraser family, Stanford’s younger sister, she was chosen by the Hawkins family.
From the beginning, the whole thing was a lie and use of her.
Florence couldn’t feel as breaking down as she did when running out of the hospital the other day, but
she couldn’t pull herself together. She felt depressed as if there was always a dark cloud above her. It
was an uneasy thing for her to smile in the rxing mode.
Florence was expressionless. Pressing her lips, she lifted the quilt and was about to get off from the
bed.
Before her feet touched the floor, Stanford’s tall and strong figure approached. He reached out and
held her in his arms as if he would carry her in his arms the next second.
“You are not getting well yet. Where are you going? What are you going to do? I’ll take you there.”
The man’s scent was quite pleasant, and he smelt graceful and intimate. However, for Florence, it was
extremely strange.
Feeling uneasy, she pushed him away a bit. “I can do it myself.”
As she spoke, Florence got off from the bed herself.
Seemingly she was on fever. Her body was weakened, and she felt quite fragile while walking. She still
gritted her teeth, moving towards the bathroom step by step.
Stanford stood motionlessly, looking at Florence’s stubborn back with a frown.
He heaved a sigh helplessly. His sister was still distant from him, unwilling to let him get closer to her.
After tidying herself up in the bathroom, Florence came out of the bathroom and saw Stanford waiting
for her on the sofa.
He was in casual clothes, looking quite leisurely, but his noble aura couldn’t be hidden at all.
He had a temperament like a prince that was born with. No matter how casually he behaved, he
couldn’t hide it at all.
Florence couldn’t help but wonder what kind of person Stanford was usually. Was he always the gentle
and kind man like he was now?
“Here you came.”
Stanford saw Florence, standing up with a smile.
Walking to her and looking at her still-wet hair, he frowned slightly.
“May I help you dry your hair?”
Florence subconsciously refused. “No, thanks. I’ll let it dry naturally.”
“I don’t think it’s a good idea. You haven’t recovered yet, and you can’t get a cold now.”
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Stanford’s tone was quite gentle but his attitude was overbearing. He added, “If you aren’t used to it, I
can ask a hairdresser to help you.”
It was just to dry her hair. Florence wondered why he needed to call over a hairdresser.
She immediately waved her hand to refuse. “It’s not necessary.”
“Me or the hairdresser? Choose one.”
Florence was speechless for a moment.
“I’ll do it myself.”
Helplessly, she walked to the dresser. When she picked up the hairdryer and was about to dry her hair,
someone snatched the hairdryer from her hand.
It was a western man with whiskers on his face, but his eyes looked quite feminine.
His voice was also as soft as a woman’s. “Miss, I’m a hairdresser from Europe. Please allow me to
serve you.”
When he spoke Chinese, he spoke quite slowly and dysfluently, but his sybles were quite clear.
Florence looked at this western man in the reflection of the mirror, wondering when he had entered the
room. He was a professional hairstylist from Europe, but he provided the home service and even
started working in her bedroom.
“In this house, people are providing all kinds of service. If you want to do anything, they woulde
over immediately to serve you,” Stanford exined indifferently.
For him, this was a normal thing, but for Florence, she couldn’t help but twitch her mouth corners ...
because this was way too luxurious.
Since the man was a professional hairstylist, Florence didn’t refuse him. Instead, she let him deal with
her hair as he wished, although it was indeed something that she could finish herself.
After drying her hair, the hairdresser left. Stanford walked over with a set of a dress and a coat.
“Flory, do you like this set of clothes? You haven’t recovered from the cold yet. The coat will keep you
warm.”
With the clothes in his hands, Stanford looked a bit nervous as if he was afraid that Florence didn’t like
them.
He just found his younger sister back, so he hadn’t known what Florence’s dressing style was yet.
Looking at the clothes, Florence felt a bit touched.
Certainly, she could tell Stanford’s kindness. He even considered her health and found the set of
clothes deliberately.
“Yes, I like them.”
Pressing her lips, Florence took over them. “Thank you.”
“Please don’t mention it to me in the future. Doing anything for you is what I ought to do.”
Stanford looked quite serious and doting.
If he could, he’d rather dote Florence since childhood, spoiling her to grow up.
Instead, she had to be with herself alone outside the family for so many years.
He had read through her information before. She used to be an orphan and a foster daughter. The
most hateful was that she had been kicked out of her foster home. For a long period, she had to stay in
Ernest’s vi.
Although Stanford appreciated Ernest to have taken her in, he was also annoyed. If it weren’t during
that period they stayed together alone, Florence wouldn’t have fallen in love with Ernest.
In that case, she wouldn’t feel so suffered because of her disappointment in love.
Hence, Stanford believed that it was all Ernest’s fault.
He disdained Ernest again inwardly and decide to distance Florence from Ernest from now on. He
wouldn’t let Florence marry that man.
Stanford decided to take Florence back to Europe and protect her well. She would lead a life like a real
princess and marry a man who loved her truly.
Florence was touched. She still couldn’t get used to Stanford’s care because he showed up all of a
sudden.
Although they were rted in blood, a few hours ago, he was just an unknown man to her.
After Florence put on the clothes, she was taken downstairs for breakfast.
There was an independent dining room, just like the Hawkins'' Mansion. The dining room looked so
magnificent and luxurious as if the money notes wereid on the floor as the tiles.
On the long European-styled dining table, there were bouquets and white candles.
Several maids were standing aside as if they were just pleasant to the eyes, but they also served
breakfast from time to time.
Florence was a bit stunned, wondering if they usually had meals in this way.
Collin had been sitting at the table already. Seeing Florence, he waved at her friendly.
“Flory,e to sit by me.”
As he spoke, he patted the chair next to him.
Opposite, Stanford’s face fell. Casting a cold nce at Collin, he stood up and walked to Florence.
“Flory,e to sit next to me.”
As he spoke, he pulled Flory’s hand, leading her to the chair next to his.
His big hand with distinct joints was a bit cold. The strange feeling stimted Florence’s skin, making
her quite uneasy.
She subconsciously withdrew her hand immediately.
Stanford was a bit taken aback, looking hurt.
Florence looked away. “Any seat will do for me.’
Lowering her head, she walked over to the dining table and picked up a chair at random to sit down.
She was distant away from Collin as well as Sanford’s chair.
Collinughed and said jokingly, “Ha-ha-ha, Stanford, Flory doesn’t want to sit with you.
Florence blushed in an instant. She was just not used to it.
Before she could exin, the tall and big shadow of the man fell on the chair next to her.
Sitting next to Florence, Stanford said naturally, “I can sit next to her then. Flory could do whatever she
wanted.”