Chapter 420: How Will You Make It up to Me?


    She gripped his hand happily and asked, “Since you came here now, has anyone found you?”


    Although it was raining, it was still the daytime outside.


    Ernest shook his head. “I don’t think so.”


    “Are you very busy? Am I holding up you too long because you came over to see me?”


    Florence felt a bit guilty. She knew how busy Ernest had been in the past few days. He even didn’t


    have time to sleep.


    “Yep. You’ve been holding me up too long.” Ernest looked at Florence deeply.


    Florence was taken aback. She was quite agape as well. Although she said those words, she had


    expected that Ernest could probablyfort her and tell her it didn’t matter.


    But, much to her surprise, he said yes. Florence felt quite embarrassed.


    With a blushed face, she heard Ernest add, “I’ll go back and work overtime for several more hours


    again. If you feel sorry for me, you can’t do such stupid things next time.”


    His disdain was so direct that Florence felt so embarrassed. However, a trace of sweetness surged in


    her heart no matter how hard she tried to suppress it.


    She knew that what Ernest was concerned about the most was that she couldn’t get injured.


    Florence took his hand and raised it next to her lips. Then she kissed it.


    She said seriously, “I’ll make it up to you in the future. This is the seal and my signature.”


    Ernest’s eyes suddenly became deepened, looking at the back of his hand as if his eyes were full of


    mes.


    He leaned forward, approaching her closer.


    He whispered, “How will you make it up to me?”


    His hoarse voice had an obvious implication.


    Florence blushed instantly, feeling shy and annoyed. How could the man mention that kind of stuff all of


    a sudden?


    She was still injured, but all he wanted was to have sex.


    “I have the final say about how to make it up to you. Don’t make any wild guess.”


    Florence looked away shyly. She dared not to look into his eyes at all.


    Ernest chuckled, curling up his lips into a doting smile.


    “Okay. I’ll be looking forward to it then.”


    He sounded quite yful, full of a different implication.


    Florence blushed more deeply. She wondered why Ernest could talk about such things so naturally.


    She felt quite ashamed.


    “Beep. Beep. Beep.”


    When the room was fulfilled with ambiguous romance, Ernest’s phone vibrated three times - he


    received a text message.


    Ernest’s tender eyes became darkened. He pulled out his phone and checked on it.


    As soon as he read the text message, his face went gloomier and more darkened.


    Florence was nervous and uneasy. “What happened?” she asked.


    Ernest pressed his thin lips without answering her.


    Florence said worriedly, “If you have something urgent to deal with, you can leave now. I’ll be OK here.”


    Although they had only got along for a little while, and she wasn’t willing to let him go, Florence had to


    do so. She couldn’t dy Ernest’s business because of her.


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    Ernest shook his head.


    He answered meaningfully, “I don’t think I need to leave now.”


    Why not? Florence looked at him in confusion, wondering what on earth he meant by that.


    When she was about to ask, she heard Tammy’s anxious yell outside her door.


    “Young Master, Little Miss is napping now. If you go in, you’ll disturb her.”


    “Move!” Stanford snapped in a cold tone.


    Next second, with a click, the door was pulled open from the outside.


    Florence stiffed immediately. She looked at Ernest who was next to her bed in a panic. She wanted to


    ask him to hide, but it was toote.


    At the door, Stanford stood upright, emanating frightening anger.


    “Ernest Hawkins, how dare you show up here!”


    Facing Stanford’s extremely sharp temperament, Ernest remained calm and sat gracefully at the edge


    of Florence’s bed.


    He looked up at Stanford, pressing his lips, not showing any weakness.


    “My fiancée is injured. Of course, I need to apany her.”


    Florence’s heart was hanging in her throat. She had never expected that Stanford would break into her


    room and bump into Ernest.


    Sensing the dangerous sparks between the two men, Florence hurriedly sat up and moved in front of


    Ernest.


    “Stanford, Ernest came to visit me because I got injured. He came here for me. Please don’t make


    trouble to him.”


    “If it weren’t for him, you wouldn’t be injured!” Stanford raised his voice, striding over to the bed.


    He stared daggers at Ernest, emanating frightening fury all over.


    “Ernest Hawkins, how capable are you! You are fighting against me, and you can suddenly disappear


    and show up in my house. If it weren’t that you’ve left in such a hurry and forgotten to cover all your


    traces, I might not be able to catch you at all!”


    Ernest pressed his thin lips, looking at Stanford coldly.


    For him, nothing would be more important than Florence.


    Looking at Ernest’s calm face, Stanford went furious.


    He walked up and grabbed Ernest’s cor, pulling him up.


    He said with a fierce look, “Ernest Hawkins, you must pay for it!”


    After finishing his words, Stanford raised his fist and threw a punch on Ernest’s face.


    Ernest’s tall and strong figure took a step backward, a trace of blood oozing from the corner of his


    good-looking mouth.


    Florence was so frightened that she turned pale. She eximed in a harsh voice, “Stop it! Don’t hit


    him!”


    Ernest wiped off the bloodstain from his mouth. He looked at Florence tenderly.


    With a soft, steady, and careless tone, he said, “It’s OK. We should let your brother vent his anger.


    Otherwise, he might get sick.”


    Stanford was more furious.


    In the past few days, he failed to defeat Ernest, so there was indeed a wave of anger surging in his


    heart all day long. He was trying his best to defeat Ernest and kick him away.


    Now, Ernest just exposed his thoughts in such a casual way. Looking at Ernest who seemed to be


    willing to be hit by him, Stanford went enraged.


    “If it weren’t for Flory and I wasn’t willing to kill you, think you can still stand here alive? I would have


    shot you to death already!”


    As he spoke, Stanford fumbled in his jacket and pulled out a silver gun.


    The ck muzzle was aimed at Ernest’s forehead.


    Florence was so freaked out that she even couldn’t breathe.


    That was a gun. As long as Stanford pulled the trigger, Ernest would die.


    “Stanford, are you insane? Put away your gun! Now!” Florence eximed excitedly.


    Her face went pale, cold sweat streaming down her face.


    Ernest frowned. He didn’t care about the gun that was against his forehead. He stared at Florence


    deeply andforted her. “I’m OK. Don’t move around. Or your wounds would be cracked.”


    Florence had almost blown up - he was pointed by a gun on his forehead, but still, he was in the mood


    to care about her wounds.


    She was so freaked out that she could hardly feel the pains.


    She said to Stanford in fear and panic, “Stanford, we can have a talk nicely. Please put away your gun


    first, OK?”


    Her trembling voice was full of pleading.


    Stanford always treated her dearly. Once Florence requested something, he would do it. However,


    upon hearing her beg this time, he became more enraged. He wished that he could kill Ernest right


    now.


    If it weren’t for this man, his sister wouldn’t have to beg him so humbly.


    “I’ll kill him here today, so you won’t have any hope on him in the future!” Stanford roared in angry.


    His knuckled finger was about to pull the trigger.