Chapter 467: You Can’t Be Such A ygirl


    Seeing that Stanford was helping her to change the topic, Florence could finally put down the weight on


    her shoulders.


    It looked like Stanford hadn’t heard any key information.


    She shook her head with a pale face, “No, just a little hungry.”


    “I’ve already gotten the servant to prepare some porridge, it’ll be servedter.”


    Stanford said gently.


    He had just reached the side of her bed, and at this moment, Ernest who was initially standing there


    swiftly let out a spot for him.


    Ernest pursed his lips, without saying anything, he turned around and headed out.


    His tall silhouette looked cold and formidable.


    Stanford felt a little headache, was rence jealous?


    It made sense, as a man, if the woman he liked was talking about another guy, he wouldn’t be able to


    take it.


    Stanford heaved a sigh, and turned to look at Florence, hesitating for a moment, he said with heavy


    emotions,


    “Flory, tell me honestly, who do you actually love in your heart?”


    Florence was stunned by his question.


    Of course she only loved Ernest, but in the current situation… all of them thought that she liked


    rence, and that she intended to date rence. As for Ernest, he was just her ex-boyfriend, ex-


    lover?


    If she said that she liked rence, then her brother and her parents would leave Ernest in the past,


    and if she wanted to get back together with him in the future it would be difficult.


    But if she said she liked Ernest, but here she was flirting around with rence, this was a difficult


    situation to exin to them.


    Florence thought about it for a while, and looked at Stanford with a gloomy face.


    “I think I like both of them.”


    Stanford, “…”


    He was so shocked that he was rendered speechless.


    How could one’s heart be filled with two persons? Was his sister a… ygirl?


    “Cough, cough.” Stanford gave an awkward cough, and told her seriously, “Flory, we live in a


    monogamous society now, even if you like both of them, you can only choose one to be together with.”


    Florence hesitated for a second, and asked, “Regardless of who I choose, will you support me?”


    Stanford pursed his lips, but there was no hint of hesitation at all.


    With a firm tone, “If I’m sure rence is hundred percent sincere to you, I will support him. For others,


    impossible.”


    The hope in Florence’s eyes faded, indeed, there was no hope for Ernest.


    What did she have to do so she could be with Ernest in public?


    Florence was troubled, but she also had no idea what Ernest was nning to do about this.


    Seeing Florence’s downcast expression, Stanford frowned, and felt his head hurt even more.


    By purely looking at Florence’s indecisive attitude, he already felt angry, what’s more rence himself,


    he must be feeling even more upset.


    By leaving just now because of jealousy, that was already considered nothing.


    At the end of the day he had a good impression of rence, what’s more Florence liked him too, hence


    Stanford didn’t want her to miss out on a good rtionship.


    He said seriously, “Flory, rence is a good man, if you are interested in him, you have to rify what


    you are feeling within yourself, and be loyal to him.”


    Florence pursed her lips, she knew her brother was worried for her, but their thoughts were not on the


    same channel.


    Hence, she remained silent.


    But her silence led Stanford to feel even more troubled.


    He advised again, “Flory, just now rence was angry because he was jealous, don’t you feel any


    danger at all? Aren’t you afraid of losing him because of this?”


    “He’s not…” Yes…


    Florence shut her mouth once the words reached her lips.


    Her brother didn’t know the truth, and she couldn’t let him know yet.


    But Florence was also confused, Ernest shouldn’t have been jealous, but why did he have to leave


    without saying anything?


    Was he pretending to be angry in front of Stanford?


    Then should she also start acting together with him…


    At the moment Florence was struggling with this problem, she saw the concealed room door being


    pushed open from outside by someone.


    Ernest was holding an intricate tray in his hands, and on it was a bowl of steaming hot porridge and a


    te of vegetables. He walked over elegantly.


    Looking at Florence, he said, “Get up for your meal.”


    Florence gave aforted smile, she now understood, he had gone to make some food for her.


    Stanford looked at Ernest with a surprised look, who was cing the dishes on the small table, and


    couldn’te back to his senses for a while.


    So he hadn’t left because he was jealous?!


    His efforts in being worried for him were such a waste, and here he was still trying to educate his sister.


    However, looking at Ernest’s magnanimous attitude, Stanford stopped worrying and the corner of his


    lips raised in a smile.


    A man must be magnanimous to be able to tolerate a woman that loves him.


    This was good.


    He turned around to look at Florence, “Aren’t you hungry? Do you have energy to get up?”


    “Yeah.”


    Florence nodded her head, and flipped open her nket, but when her feet touched the ground, she


    felt her whole body’s strength leave her.


    She still felt quite frail.


    In between her thoughts, Ernest with his strong and tall build had already walked in front of her, and


    reached out his palm, questioning in a gentleman manner.


    “I’ll carry you over, alright?”


    It wasn’t the first time he was carrying her, there were even more intimate incidents, but Stanford was


    here watching, and she still had to nod her head, it still felt a little embarrassing.


    Florence’s face flushed red, she bit her lips, “Sorry for troubling you.”


    “Taking care of you is my responsibility now.”


    Ernest’s deep voice was particrly manly and attractive.


    He bent his body, and easily picked up Florence horizontally, he turned around and walked towards the


    small table.


    Florence felt particrly familiar being in his arms, she inhaled the light scent that belonged to him, her


    heartbeat racing.


    Watching the flirtatious atmosphere between the two of them, Stanford felt particrlyforted.


    As long as Florence can slowly forget Ernest, and be together with rence loyally, this was something


    good too.


    If her happiness can be ensured, then only can he have a peace of mind.


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    Toxic allergy had resulted in Florence falling sick, she only managed to get off the bed to move around


    after a few days of lying in bed.


    In these days, Florence also enjoyed thepany of Ernest who was at her side at every moment.


    Sometimes she was grateful to this allergy for allowing her to be with Ernest in public, if time could stop


    and stay this way, she would even be willing to stay sick forever.


    As for the unconditional care Ernest had provided Florence with all these days, Victoria and her


    husband had also taken it into ount.


    They were getting more and more satisfied with rence.


    On this day, Florence was almost recovered, when she was feeling a lot better, she went downstairs to


    eat together with her family.


    The atmosphere was friendly on the dinner table.


    Victoria liked Ernest, and his rtionship with Phoebe was also getting closer.


    Florence really liked this atmosphere, and her appetite became great, she picked up her chopsticks,


    and reached out for her favourite spicy chicken cubes.


    But before her chopsticks managed to pick up the chicken cubes, she was blocked by a pair of


    chopsticks that came out of nowhere.


    Surprised, Florence looked at the owner of the chopsticks, “Cousin, what are you doing?”


    Their actions also caught the attention of the whole table.