Chapter 437: It Is All Past


    Stanford was about to refuse, but at this moment, Phoebe suddenly grabbed his sleeve and shook it.


    Her faltering expressions were just like a coy pet kitten.


    “Stanford, I want to eat strawberry cake. Where can I get that? Will you take me there?”


    The guest wanted to eat it. Could he, the host, say no?


    His refusal got stuck in his throat.


    Why was Phoebe so familiar with him since she came?


    He frowned, looking in the direction of Florence who was leaving, and nodded after some hesitation.


    “Over there. Let me take you.”


    Saying that, Stanford strode forward leading the way.


    Anyway, it was only going to take a few minutes to find the cake. However, what Stanford didn’t expect


    was that after finding the strawberry cake he would also have to look for sd, egg tarts, juice…


    It was the first time that he had seen a girl who ate so well.


    Florence was led by rence to the ce where snacks were arranged.


    Everyone came to the banquet wearing masks and they mostly only drank champagne and red wine


    and didn’t eat much.


    No one wasing here.


    Florence looked at rence suspiciously, “Why did you bring me here? Are you hungry?”


    rence pursed his thin lips and did not speak. He swept his eyes around the dining table, picked up a


    te and put some spaghetti on it.


    Then he handed the te to Florence, “Eat it.”


    His imperative tone didn’t leave any room for her to refuse.


    Florence looked astonished. What was he asking her to eat spaghetti at the banquet for? Not to


    mention the question of if she even liked it but eating pasta at the banquet like this was a bit unsightly


    and ungraceful.


    She was ady of a famous family anyway and she wanted to keep her image of ady in front of him.


    “I am not hungry right now.”


    Florence shook her head.


    rence narrowed his eyes and he looked Florence up and down. His voice turned a little displeased.


    “Have you had dinner?”


    Florence shook her head again. This was originally a dinner party, and she could have eaten after


    coming here. However, she had no appetite and didn’t n to eat.


    Besides, wearing this body-hugging evening dress, her belly would bulge after eating and it would not


    be pretty.


    rence’s face became even more displeased, “You have lost a lot of weight.”


    “Huh?”


    Florence looked at him nkly. She felt like her heart had been stabbed by something.


    She vaguely saw distress sh across his eyes.


    Before she could see it clearly, rence handed her the te not allowing her to refuse. With his


    slender fingers, he picked up the silver fork and rolled some spaghetti on it.


    He said in a domineering tone, “Will you eat it yourself or should I feed you?”


    There were so many people there? Florence didn’t know what to do. She was really embarrassed.


    Florence blushed, took the fork from him in annoyance and stuffed the spaghetti into her mouth


    sullenly.


    Although eating here was a bit awkward, but her heart seemed to fill with honey like sweetness.


    Even this pasta, which was not really her favorite, became really delicious.


    rence watched Florence eat it obediently and his face looked a little better now.


    He said in a deep voice, “Three meals a day must be eaten on time.”


    During this period, Florence had a fever and became seriously ill. She was in a bad mood every day


    and had no appetite. She had irregr meals and ate little.


    During this time, she lost a lot of weight.


    She looked up at him, with spaghetti in her mouth and couldn’t stop herself from saying, “You are


    saying it so strongly, would you want to supervise me? As a person, I have never been self-conscious.”


    In her heart, she hoped that he could stay with her all the time and even if they couldn’t meet every


    day, they could at least stay in contact every day so that he could ask her whether she had eaten or


    not.


    Having lost him, Florence was afraid that she would not be able to find him again.


    rence’s eyes sank, and a deep sadness smeared across his eyes.


    He nodded and said with his voice full of love.


    “Okay.”


    He agreed? Did it mean that he was not going to disappear suddenly in the future?


    Florence looked at him in surprise, her gaze burning, “Really? You can’t lie to me. You have to be there


    all day.”


    A soft light diffused in rence’s eyes. He pursed his lips and smiled, about to speak. At this moment,


    a discordant voice sounded suddenly.


    “Flory, I have been looking for you for a long time and here you are. Are you hungry?”


    Benjamin walked over leisurely with a ss of red wine.


    He stood beside Florence in a very straight possessive posture.


    rence’s eyes darkened dangerously.


    Florence didn’t need to look to know that it was Benjamin.


    She had been enjoying some rare alone time with rence and was very unhappy about Benjamin


    coming there.


    She put down the fork in her hand, looked at Benjamin expressionlessly and said, “Mr. Turner, why


    were you looking for me? Is there something to say between us?”


    Her alienated attitude didn’t save him any honor.


    Benjamin’s face changed slightly, but it seemed that he was already ustomed to being ravaged by


    Florence during this time. It almost took a moment before he bnced his emotions and mood.


    He smiled, raised his wine ss and leaned towards rence and drank a toast.


    “Flory, who is this? Why don’t you introduce me?”


    The way he spoke still carried an air of thinking he was Florence’s fiancé.


    Florence frowned unwillingly and looked at rence worrying that he might misunderstood her.


    rence didn’t seem to care. He picked up a ss of wine and swayed it in his hand.


    He smiled and said, “I have heard a lot of things about you, Mr. Turner. Meeting you in person really


    can’tpare to your reputation. I am rence. Nice to meet you.”


    Saying that he raised his ss in a toast with Benjamin.


    The wine sses clinked and the clear sound made Benjamin’s face change color after color.


    What did he mean by meeting him in person not being able topare to his reputation? This man


    insulted him to his face but still looked polite.


    Seeing Benjamin dete embarrassedly, Florence couldn’t help but raise the corners of her mouth in a


    slight smile.


    Outwardly kind but inwardly evil, rence choked Benjamin painfully with just a few words.


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    Benjamin gritted his teeth inwardly, maintaining an elegant smile on his face.


    He looked at Florence and said, “Mr. Jenkins, do you know me? That must be through you, Florence.


    After all, we have been engaged since childhood.”


    In just one word, the rtionship between him and Florence became as the rtionship between an


    engaged couple.


    Florence’s mouth twitched slightly. Benjamin became even more annoying to her.


    She didn’t want rence to misunderstand anything. She immediately moved towards rence,


    looked at him and exined very seriously, “We don’t have such a rtionship…”


    “I know.”


    rence spoke faintly, his lips arced in a teasing smile. He shook the wine ss in his hand and said


    yfully, “As far as I know, the Fraser family proposed to cancel the marriage with the Turner family


    some time ago, right? Even if you and Florence were betrothed as children, it is all in the past.”


    He deliberately put emphasis on the word ‘past’ with a mocking sneer.