Chapter 480: Was He Going to Leave or Not


    “What’s wrong?”


    Florence was puzzled and asked, while the cotton swab was just a few centimetres in front of


    rence’s face.


    Stanford looked at the two and said faintly, “That’s K5.”


    After saying that, seeing that Florence still looked confused, he kindly exined again, “It’s used to


    remove the rotting flesh of the wound. And when the skin touches it, it can corrode immediately.”


    Florence was shaking like a leaf.


    rence’s face changed, and he moved back instantly, seeing the cotton swab that nearly touched his


    face. He said in horror, “Hold it tight!”


    He would indeed be disfigured if that thing touched him. It was too frightening.


    Florence then hurriedly put the cotton swab away and threw it in the trash. She curled her lips, looking


    at the medicine bottle she was holding. That was so close.


    She coughed awkwardly, “I took the wrong one. I’ll look for iodine.”


    She immediately went to the medicine kit to look for it again.


    rence looked terrible as he sat in ce, fussing inside and wondering. Was using iodine the first


    step?


    He suddenly began to regret letting Florence help him with the wound. But he had already spoken such


    endearments just now, and he couldn’t just eat his words directly in front of Stanford. rence felt


    mncholy.


    Florence was also biting the bullet to do this. All she could do was just remembering the steps that


    Ernest had used once when treating her wound to help rence now.


    She took out the iodine and checked it twice before dipping a cotton swab again and applying it to


    rence’s face.


    When the cotton swab was about to touch rence’s face, he grabbed Florence’s wrist. He looked


    serious and said in a low voice, “Flory, are you sure this is the right one? Do you want to… ask your


    brother first?”


    This was his face, and it had to be done carefully. He could be disfigured if something went wrong.


    Florence curled her lips as she shook rence’s hand away.


    “This is the right one.”


    With that, she dabbed his face with the cotton swab.


    rence had a questioning look, gritted his teeth as he looked at Florence, enduring it with panic. He


    thought inside, if anything happened to his face, Ernest would have to be ountable for it!


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    Stanford was sitting casually at the side, looking straight at the two. He frowned, sizing them up. Not


    sure why, he felt that the two looked weird together, not even like a couple at all. But weren’t they very


    close to each other?


    Stanford was pondering inside. After all, he had never been in love before, and he could tell nothing


    about it.


    It was hard to follow the steps from memory, plus begging advice from Stanford, Florence finally treated


    all the wounds on rence’s face in a rusty manner.


    After it was done, Florence closed the medical kit right away and stood up, “Done.”


    Then she could leave now.


    Florence hurriedly put the medical kit away and was ready to leave. But at that moment, she saw


    Stanford had also stood up.


    He walked towards the door elegantly and said, “Let’s go to have dinner together.”


    “It’s time for dinner so soon?”


    Florence was frozen in shock, feeling reluctant. She didn’t want to have dinner. She only wanted to go


    to the garden to look for Ernest.


    rence took a small mirror in his hand, looking at his face. After making sure that he wouldn’t be


    disfigured for the time being. He then stood up and chirped, “Let’s go and have dinner.”


    Florence looked at him in dismay, feeling reluctant. She gritted her teeth and said in a low voice,


    “You’re going too?”


    rence raised his chin, having a yful smile on his face that was swollen partially.


    “It just so happens that I’m also hungry.”


    Florence was speechless. Usually, it was Ernest who went to dinner together. Why did rence want


    to assume Ernest’s ce? He could just leave and go out for a big meal if he was hungry too!


    Florence was depressed. Stanford was standing at the door, already impatiently urging.


    “What’s wrong? Hurry up and go. Mom and Dad should all be here by now.”


    In the Fraser family, their mealtimes were fixed.


    Florence was helpless as she had no chance to slip away now. It was also toote for Ernest to


    exchange with rence. She had no choice but to follow them to the dining room.


    At the dinner table, there were still the usual six people: her parents, Stanford, Phoebe, Florence, and


    rence. Just that this rence now wasn’t the same as the usual one.


    Florence was thinking about Ernest, wondering what he was doing now, where he was hiding, and


    whether he was hungry or not.


    She was distracted and confused. She had no appetite for food either.


    On the contrary, rence, who was sitting at the table, had changed his temperament surprisingly. He


    looked the same as Ernest, without any differences. rence was elegant, aristocratic, and gentle. He


    even knew all about Florence’s eating preferences, as if he had done it many times before, and


    naturally helped her with the food. And he even forbade her to eat spicy food.


    “You can eat spicy food only after a few more days. Be good and bear with it first.”


    rence said gently, cing a piece of braised pork in Florence’s bowl.


    Florence was confused with his demeanour and tone, whether the one sitting in front of her was


    rence or Ernest. Their face looked the same, and even his personalities were well impersonated.


    Florence frowned slightly, feeling ufortable inside her heart. She moved closer to rence and


    said in an extremely low voice, only the two could hear, “Why did you even learn his eating habits? Did


    Ernest teach you that?”


    “It looks natural, right? I spent a lot of time learning it.”


    rence touched his chin with an ambiguous smile on his face, “I’ve done so much for you. Isn’t that


    touching?”


    Florence pursed her lips. She was not touched at all but feeling flustered and uneasy instead.


    Learning all this wasn’t something that could be done on the fly in such a short time. It seemed that


    Ernest had prepared for it a long time ago, letting rence rece him. So, rence didn’t just show


    up for the face test? Could it be that rence might stay here for a long time, recing Ernest for real?


    The mere thought of this possibility had sent chills down Florence’s spine, feeling panic and bad. She


    didn’t want to spend time with rence together. Moreover, she didn’t want to be unclear about


    Ernest’s whereabouts, for fear that she wouldn’t be able to find him anymore.


    Florence gritted her teeth and said in a low voice, “When do you n to leave?”


    rence was speechless. He looked at Florence gloomily, feeling heartbroken.


    He hadn’t even finished his meal yet, and she was already in a hurry to let him go? Where were her


    manners?


    rence lost his appetite instantly. He turned his head away and just ate his food, ignoring Florence.


    Florence looked at the man, eating gracefully in front of her. His movements and temperament were so


    familiar but yet rusty and strange too. He wasn’t Ernest.


    But what did he mean by this? Was he going to leave or not?