Chapter 353: Scold Him in Her Dreams


    He looked at her in surprise. She was clearly sleeping soundly with her eyes closed, yet her soft words


    sounded that clearly. Did she know it was him even in her dreams? And was it him the one that she


    meant to hug and refuse to let go? Did she actually have him in her heart?


    Those thoughts made Ernest’s heart raced once more, who had entirely given up earlier. He was so


    emotional that he could not wait to wake her up and ask her one more time whether it was true or not.


    Yet before he took any action, he heard Florence’s voice once again who seemed to beining.


    “Ernest…you’re a bad boy.”


    Ernest was startled, and his brimming joy instantly became a mix of sadness and amusement. She was


    not answering him, and was just sleep talking. She even scolded him in her sleep. Ernest felt


    aggrieved, and he could not help but tease himself. What was he hoping?


    If Florence had not gone drunk tonight, they would not hug each other now, and they would only be


    strangers who only greeted each other on street when they see each other. She was going to leave


    City N the day after tomorrow, leaving him, tonight was solely thest night for them to say goodbye.


    A somber look crept onto his handsome face. He extended his long arm and pulled the nket over to


    cover them. Everything went back to normal.


    …


    Pain. Her head hurt. Her head hurt so much as if it had been run over by wheels, and the brain had


    been crushed into pieces. Florence wanted to massage her temples the moment she woke up, yet her


    arm seemed to be suppressed by something when she tried to retrieve it and she could not move it.


    What was going on? Not only her head inexplicably hurt so much, she could not even move her body?


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    Her mind was a total nk. She looked up and saw a face which was so handsome that she could not


    move her eyes away. It was the face that she was amazed no matter how many times she saw it. She


    became relieved. Luckily it was Ernest, not some stranger she slept with after being drunk. Wait, slept?


    Florence immediately looked under the nket, and realized she was hugging him like an octopus. A


    shrill broke the morning silence the next second. Ernest opened his eyes and said apathetically, “Shut


    up.” After what had happened, he still looked carefree and justined that she was annoying?


    Florence felt mortified. She hurriedly jerked the nket over and covered herself tightly. She looked at


    Ernest with alert. “Last night, you, you, I…” Ernest slightly frowned and he slowly sat up, staring straight


    at her. He waspletely naked without the nket. He looked towards her and teased, “Do you enjoy


    looking at me that much?”


    Florence only then noticed Ernest’s perfect lean body was exposed right before her eyes. Wait, why


    was she seeing that? That waspletely off topic! Florence’s face flushed like an apple and she


    quickly covered her eyes. “Put, put on your clothes!”


    Ernest stared straight at her. She looked too adorable with her embarrassed and annoyed look, which


    waspletely different to her reckless actionsst night. It looked like she had gonepletely clear-


    headed. He pursed his lips and stood up. He got down the bed barefoot, took over a bathrobe and put


    it straight on.


    Florence secretly peeked through the gap between her fingers and she saw the scene which Ernest put


    on his clothes. His movement was smooth and perfect like a painting. She could not help but be


    bedazzled. That man was too handsome and he was too hot. He looked attractive no matter what he


    did. It would be nice if she could see him all the time…


    Ernest turned around and the corner of his lips twitched when he saw her covering her face, peeking at


    him through her fingers. She was still interested at his body when she was awake? He ced his


    fingers on his belt and pretended that he was about to take it off. “Do you still want to see it? Just in


    case you pounce on me again.”


    “What, what are you talking about, how would I, pounce on, you…” As she said, episodes of eventsst


    night inevitably popped out into her mind. Although it was discontinuous, she could still remember most


    of them. She had actually behaved like a pervertst night,ying hands on Ernest and jerking his


    towel away…


    Florence’s face was burning. She was so mortified that she wanted to dig a hole a bury herself. What


    deranged things on earth had she donest night! “I, I, I have no idea what are you talking about, get


    out, I want to put on my clothes now!” Florence covered herself tightly with the nket. She felt


    extremely awkward and refused to admit.


    Damn, how could she admit such things happenedst night? That was too embarrassing. She could


    not help but suspect how foolish she looked after being drunk. Her obsession towards Ernest had


    deeply rooted inside her that she actually did those to him when she was drunk.


    Ernest replied absent-mindedly, “We’ve slept while hugging each other the whole night, what else have


    I not seen? It’s toote to cover yourself now.” Florence felt even more embarrassed now that she


    wanted to kill herself. Her face flushed and she said stubbornly, “That, that’s because I’ve gone drunk!


    And I have no idea about it! It’s just a misunderstanding!”


    Ernest frowned and he rumbled with threat, “Just a misunderstanding?”


    “Of course, what else could it be?” Florence was too ashamed that she only wanted to end the


    conversation as quick as possible. “We’re all grown-ups, don’t be too serious about what happened


    after being drunk.” What an excuse! Ernest’s face instantly became bleak. Thest hope left inside him


    fromst night vanished at once.


    “Since you’re already awake, don’t you bother me any longer.” After saying that coldly, he left the room


    with an icy look. Florence was petrified and she watched him left in a daze. She remembered what


    happenedst night, though not very clearly. She had indeed bothered him and refused to let him go


    when she was drunk.


    The reason he stayedst night was due to his care out of courtesy. And the intimacy between them


    was because of her taking the initiative to flirt with him. Now that she had gone clear-headed, he left


    without a single hesitance. Florence’s eyes zed over as she stared at the room door. She felt waves


    of emptiness and the outburst of sadness.


    Timothy had been waiting outside. He came to deliver two clothes, one for Ernest and the other for


    Florence. After changing clothes at the living room, Ernest nced at the room door with a brooding


    look. After a moment, he turned and headed towards the outside. Timothy put Florence’s clothes on the


    table of the living room neatly and followed after him.


    After getting out, he hesitated as he watched Ernest walking in front of him and spoke, “Sir, although


    I’m just an outsider, I can still tell how Miss Fraser relies on you. It could be a chance this time. If you


    leave just like this, won’t it be a pity?”