Chapter 479: Pussyfooting Around


    rence was fussing inside but still trying to maintain a gentlemanly smile. He walked up to Florence


    and asked tentatively, “Do you want me to carry you?”


    As soon as he spoke, he could feel the dangering from the corner, and it was making him


    fluttering. rence’s body tightened up subconsciously, and he could feel the death threat.


    Florence’s face changed, resisting him. Apart from Ernest, she didn’t want to let any man hug her. But


    now, nominally, she and rence had an ambiguous rtionship, so it was natural for him to carry her


    too.


    Florence was gloomy and shook her head, setting her padded feet upright, saying, “No need. I feel


    better now and I can walk on my own.”


    After saying that, Florence walked past rence towards the front. Her steps weren’t fast, but they


    were steady.


    Stanford narrowed his eyes and surveyed Florence’s back sharply. Why did he feel something wrong


    with her?


    rence let out a sigh of relief and walked over to Stanford’s side, speaking casually, “Maybe she’s


    shy.”


    With that, rence elerated, covering his face and quickly catching up with Florence.


    Stanford froze for a moment. Only then did he remember that just now, Florence and rence were


    inside doing something filthy, and he had caught them red-handed on the spot.


    After all, Florence was a girl and would be shy easily. It was natural for her to feel embarrassed for


    letting rence carry her now.


    Stanford shook his head helplessly. There was already a hickey on her. What else was there to be


    embarrassed about? Girls were just so pretentious.


    Thinking of it, Stanford then kept up with them. Florence walked in the front, but God knew how much


    she didn’t want to leave.


    Just before turning around the corner, she involuntarily looked towards the garden corner again, hoping


    to see a bit of him, but she was afraid to see him exposed.


    It was just that after such a big event today, and with rence as a variable, she felt uneasy inside.


    She had so much to say to Ernest, wanting to ask him what he was nning to do next. But now that


    she had been driven away, there was no chance at all.


    After sending Stanford away, would Ernest still be here, waiting for her? Florence was anxious,


    panicked, and feeling uneasy. The only way now was to get rid of Stanford quickly.


    With an idea in her mind, Florence walked faster and took rence to the living room. She then


    proactively searched for the medical bag.


    Stanford nodded, seeing Florence’s action. In the end, Florence still had rence in her heart.


    Although she was squirming and shy, she was so active in treating his injuries. Stanford rxed and


    took a seat on another sofa.


    Florence walked over with the medical kit, ced it in front of rence, and opened it. She said, “All


    the medicines are here. You can use them.”


    rence curled his lips, “Ahem. I can’t.”


    Since he was young, he was from a wealthy family, having so many people to serve him, and there


    were even professionals to treat him for just a tiny cut. He had never done it himself. And he didn’t


    even know exactly what effects those medicines in front of him had.


    Florence was stunned, feeling surprised as she didn’t expect this. After all, Ernest had a clear


    understanding of wound dressing.


    Seeing Florence’s look of surprise, rence felt embarrassed. He pursed his lips and said firmly, “You


    help me then.”


    Florence was speechless, as she didn’t know much about it too. She felt sorry for rence, looking at


    his face getting swollen. After all, rence was beaten because of her.


    “Ahem, how about I get you a doctor over here…”


    Before Florence could finish her words, Stanford couldn’t stand it any longer and said in a deep voice,


    “I’ll do it.”


    He narrowed his eyes, gazing sharply at Florence and rence. The two of them looked weird as if


    they were awkward and distant. And it was very different from the way they behaved back then. What


    was going on with them?


    Florence was delighted knowing that Stanford knew how to use those medicines, which would solve


    rence’s problem. So she could leave now.


    Would Ernest still be there if she went back to the garden now?


    Florence immediately gave way to Stanford, “Here you go.”


    However, rence was stiffened, feeling reluctant. Not to mention that Stanford inflicted this injury, he


    was such a big guy, and he might ruin rence’s face if Stanford was to apply the medicine for


    rence. He wouldn’t want this to happen.


    rence immediately reached out, grabbing Florence’s arm tightly, and pulled her to his side. With a


    serious face, he said to Stanford, “Let Florence do it. No need to bother Mr. Fraser!”


    “I can’t…”


    Florence wanted to refuse rence, but rence pulled her to sit beside him before she could pull


    away from him.


    rence then casually took a bottle of medicine and shoved it in Florence’s hand.


    “Florence, I know you care about me a lot, can’t bear toy your hands on me while seeing my injuries.


    But we just can’t trouble others with everything. I won’t hurt too much with you helping me.”


    rence looked at Florence tenderly. However, his hand was squeezing Florence’s hand hard,


    threatening her.


    Florence’s wrist was in pain, and she felt resisting too. She knew nothing about wound dressing, and


    she would just make a mess. And she still wanted to go to Ernest. Could rence not take up her


    time?


    When Florence wanted to refuse, rence suddenly leaned his body forward, moving closer to her. He


    said in a shallow voice, “Flory, would you still not care if this was Ernest who got hurt? We look the


    same, but you treat us so differently. I’m so heartbroken. If I’m in a bad mood, my acting would be bad


    too. Until then if someone notices something wrong with us…”


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    rence looked innocent, but what he said was indeed threatening.


    Florence curled her lips. This bastard would even use such despicable tricks to make her dress his


    wound.


    Wouldn’t he afraid of being disfigured by her?


    Florence still had to maintain a gentle smile, although she was despising him inside. Only after a long


    moment did she grit her teeth and say, “Fine, I’ll do it for you.”


    Only then did rence smile in satisfaction, letting go of Florence’s hand, and he sat to the side


    gracefully. He said softly, “Take it easy.”


    Florence was speechless for him having so much request. She gritted her teeth and looked in the


    direction of the garden with great reluctance. She was feeling anxious and irritated.


    This would dy her again. Not sure if Ernest would still be waiting for her or not.


    As she thought in her mind, Florence opened the medicine in her hand, dipped a cotton swab into it,


    and was about to rub it on rence’s face.


    Stanford looked puzzled and spoke in a deep voice, “Flory, are you sure you want to use that to rub it


    on him?”