Chapter 493: What’s So Strange?


    She didn’t want to utilize the time to have sex with him!


    Ernestughed softly, “A beauty in arms, what if I don’t want to leave?”


    He teased her again.


    She didn’t want him to leave either.


    So she stayed in her arms hugging him in silence.


    Ernest looked at the little head in his arms, his desire was burning but his heart was contented.


    Hugging her like this was delightful and torturing at the same time.


    Florence was tired and had gone through some terrifying moments today, she fell asleep almost


    immediatelyying in Ernest’s arm.


    She heard Stanford’s voice in the middle of her sleep.


    “Why with the sofa?”


    Tammy replied respectfully, “It’s for Mr. Jenkins, he said he likes this design and asked us to rece


    this with the one in his room.”


    New sofa?


    Florence heard and opened her eyes quickly.


    The new sofa arrived, so did Stanford!


    Stanford cared and concerned about her, there were times where he almost found out that rence


    was Ernest.


    And whenever he saw Ernest on her bed, he turned furious…


    “Ernest, wake up, quick, my brother is here.”


    Florence sat up straight quickly and tried to pull up the man lying on the bed.


    It waste and was time to sleep, she didn’t want to wake him up but the situation didn’t permit them to


    sleep.


    Ernest opened his eyes, his eyes shine like stars and he smiled.


    “If I walk over now, your brother will suspect even more.”


    They heard something and rushed back to the room but was discovered, it sounded more suspicious.


    Florence stunned and then frowned.


    “What should we do then? If my brother doesn’t see you in your room, he will look for you here.”


    He would find out you were here.


    Ernest sat up straight, tidied his clothes and went to sit on the sofa slowly.


    “Don’t worry, it will be fine.”


    Ernest was calmed. Florence didn’t believe that it would be fine, but she trusted him, and her heart


    calmed down too.


    And someone knocked on the door at this moment.


    “Miss, Mr. Jenkins’s sofa is here, we have made the recement.”


    Florence stunned.


    She wasn’t the one that instructed Tammy and she didn’t need to report to her, but she did it


    deliberately… Florence’s eyes turned to Ernest.


    It must be him that instructed her.


    She replied. “Alright.”


    “rence is in Flory’s room?”


    Stanford asked curiously.


    Tammy replied, “Yes, Mr. Jenkins said it would be noisy and dusty in the process of changing the sofa,


    so he waits in Miss’s room and asked us to inform him once everything is done.”


    Florence was in awe of Ernest, he knew Stanford would ask about the sofa and had even thought of an


    excuse ahead.


    So it would be easier to exin everything to Stanford.


    “Knock, knock.”


    Florence knew it was Stanford, she immediately jumped down from the bed, tidied her clothes and


    open the door.


    It was Stanford indeed outside the door.


    He scanned through Florence like an X-ray and looked at Ernest who sat on the couch.


    Ernest was holding a ss of fruit juice looking back at Stanford.


    “Mr. Fraser, keen for a ss?”


    Fruit juice? He wasn’t interested.


    Stanford approached and sat down on the other side of the couch.


    He looked at Ernest and asked, “Why would you want to change the sofa? You got bored with the old


    one already?”


    A guest will not usually change the owner’s furniture.


    “No.”


    Ernest shook and looked at Florence, “Florence likes it.”


    Florence stunned, she didn’t even know how it looked like and she liked it already?


    Ernest was using her as a shield.


    She remained smiley as an agreement in silence.


    Stanford squirted his eyes but his expression turned weird.


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    He looked at Florence inplexity and let out a long sigh.


    He then stood up and walked away.


    He gave out a disbelieving expression.


    Florence stunned, what happened? What was strange? What did she do?


    Stanford stopped at the door, he looked annoyed and said.


    “Flory, rence is a man, you should visit his room less.”


    Florence, “…”


    She was confused, she had no idea what was going on.


    It was just a sofa, why did Stanford act so strange, as if she did something crazy?


    Florence turned and looked at the man sipping on his juice leisurely after Stanford went away.


    “Is there a problem with your sofa?”


    Ernest smiled, “You will know if you try it.”


    Florence was sure there was something with the sofa.


    So she headed to his room.


    She bumped into Tammy who wasing out of the room and saw her smiling discreetly.


    “Miss, rest assured, it’s all fixed, each function… strong and sturdy.”


    Florence raised her eyebrows, why was Tammy acting weird too?


    She then headed straight into the room.


    The old sofa was reced with a new andrge one, it hadyers with modern design, it looked more


    like a small bed than a sofa.


    It was suitable for Ernest to sleep on, at least it was morefortable than a small couch.


    But what was so strange about the sofa?


    Florence confused and went over to take a closer look; it looked like an ordinary sofa.


    It was an ordinary sofa but why did Stanford and Tammy look at her in such an odd way?


    Florence had no idea at all.


    “Try it on,” Ernest said softly.


    He was leaning against the door frame and staring at her.


    Try?


    Florence didn’t think much; she took off her shoes and went onto the sofa.