Chapter 406: Always Wish to Meet You Earlier
Then, he stood up, raised his hand, and rubbed Florence’s hair.
“I’m dealing with mypany businesses. You won’t understand them.”
As he spoke, he met Florence’s doubtful eyes. He added, “I like to use some violent means to deal with
them, so I was afraid that you might be freaked out.”
Since she came back to the Fraser family, Florence naturally heard some rumors about Stanford. The
word had it that he always used ruthless means to deal with the matters, and usually, he would use
extreme measures.
He snapped theptops so anxiously, so probably he was doing some bloody things and didn’t want to
show her. It did make sense.
However, Florence looked at theptops that were hidden behind Stanford on purpose, and she felt
quite uneasy for some reason.
Stanford was worried that Florence would keep wondering. Immediately, he changed the subject to
distract her. With a smile, he asked, “Flory, you came to me in the evening. What can I do for you?”
Florence’s attention was distracted when she heard his question.
Picking up a ss of milk, she handed it to Stanford with a smile. “I n to go to be after drinking a
ss of milk. Since you are still in the study, I also poured you a ss by the way.”
Looking at the milk, Stanford was delighted.
This was the first time that his sister delivered ss milk to him.
“Thank you, Flory.”
Stanford took over the milk. “You are so sensible. I just happened to be thirsty.”
Florence didn’t know if he truly meant it, but her purpose was achieved.
She picked up the other ss of milk. Then she smiled and said, “Stanford, go to bed earlier after
finishing your business. I’ll go back to my room now.”
Stanford was a bit confused. “Why do you go to bed so early tonight?”
Of course, she would date Ernest in her roomter.
Florence felt a sense of guilt. Holding the ss, she answered while looking away, “I’m just a bit sleepy.
I’m going to bed now. Good night, Stanford. See you tomorrow morning.”
She deliberately emphasized thest sentence.
Then, waving at Stanford with a smile, she walked out of the study with the milk in her hand.
Stanford held the ss of warm milk, gazing deeply at Florence’s receding figure. He sensed that she
was quite abnormal tonight.
He wondered if his sister had been hiding something from him.
After dealing with Stanford, Florence walked back to her room happily, waiting for Ernest.
She wondered when he woulde.
Lost in thought, she reached the door of her bedroom. Push the door open, she entered.
As soon as she walked in, she paused a bit and locked the door from the inside.
Then, she turned around nervously. As soon as she turned around and saw the man sitting on the sofa,
she gaped.
On the sofa in her room, Ernest was sitting there gracefully. He pleasantly crossed his straight long
legs. His extremely handsome face stunned her.
With a ss of wine in his hand, he shook the goblet slightly. He looked at Florence deeply, his lips
pressed into a smile.
Florence stood there in surprise and joy. She was drowned by her happiness.
“You... Why are you here?”
“Don’t you want me toe here?” Ernest asked yfully.
Florence shook her head immediately. Of course, she wished that he coulde here as soon as
possible. When seeing him, she was so overjoyed.
Ernest smiled more deeply. He put down the goblet and waved at Florence.
“Come here, Florence.”
Her beloved man was so near to her. Florence’s heart hammered, and her face blushed.
Pressing her lips, she walked to her step by step.
When she approached the sofa, Ernest reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her into his arms.
Off guard, Florence fell and sat on Ernest’sp.
In front of her was his breath in such a close distance.
Florence instantly stiffed. Flustered, she looked at the man in front of her. Her blushed face looked like
an apple.
She slightly pushed him away, “What are you doing?”
“I missed you, Florence.”
Ernest’s deep voice was as seductive as the poppies, each syble fluctuating her heart.
Instantly, Florence’s heart hammered violent. She felt shy and happy as if she had wings and was
about to fly onto the cloud.
With a blushed face, she grabbed Ernest’s sleeve with her hand.
She whispered, “Why did youe here so early today?”
She had thought that probably he would be here in one or two hours, as it would be quitete and he
wouldn’t be found easily.
Ernest stared at Florence and answered, “It’s always toote for me to meet you.”
If it weren’t for their current situations, how would he only meet her at night? He wished he could be
with her all day and all night long.
Florence felt that her heart was full of happiness. Unconcealed smiles appeared on her ruby face.
Ernest held her in his arms, his eyes deepened.
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Then, as if he was suppressing something, he tilted his head and looked over at the ss of milk that
Florence put down at random. He reached out and pick it up.
He asked, “Florence, are you going to drink it?”
She nodded. Although she tricked Stanford with a ss of milk, it was also good for her health if she
would drink milk before going to bed.
Ernest put the ss to her mouth and whispered, “Open your mouth.”
Florence gaped.
She wondered what he was doing. Was he going to feed her?
Florence felt happy as well as embarrassed. Immediately, she reached out to grab the ss. “I can
drink it myself.”
However, before reaching the ss, her hand was grabbed by Ernest. His big palm wrapped her hand
completely.
The warmth from his palm made her heart skip a beat.
Florence’s heart hammered again. Her face was so red that she even couldn’t breathe properly.
She was now in his arms with her hand in his. He was doting and loving her. It felt so happy as if it was
just an illusion, more exciting than her dreams.
Ernest looked at her deeply, his desire burning in his eyes.
He raised his hand and took a sip of the milk.
Florence looked at him in confusion. Before she could figure out what he was doing, she felt his kiss in
surprise.
She was in a daze, as stiffened as a log.
How could Ernest...
The temperature in her room kept heating up.
Ernest’s eyes looked as if mes were burning in there. With his deep affection, he stared at her. In
passion, he held her up.