Chapter 605: A Solid p
So he had everything nned, on behalf of them.
He calcted even Stanford’s romantic rtionship, he was…
It was a blessed that he was her man, not an enemy.
“Well…” Florence thought and asked, “How could you be sure that my brother likes Phoebe? What if he
doesn’t?”
A sudden thought came to Florence, perhaps they had it nned for Stanford to fall in love with
Phoebe when he first pretending to be rence.
The best way to be forgiven for his action pretending to be rence was to get Stanford''s lover
involved.
Forgave them both.
Ernest stroke Florence''s hair, his sight deepened. "I won''t take any risk when ites to you."
He paused and continued, "Even if Stanford doesn''t fall for Phoebe, I have another way for them to
ept me."
One should always make a backup n.
His ultimate goal was to be with Florence.
Florence blinked and her heartbeat was racing.
She had never felt this secured and eased.
There was nothing that she needed to worry about being with him, he had everything nned and
arranged perfectly.
All she had to do was followed and depended on him, stayed by his side.
She hugged and rested her face on his chest.
"Ernest, I can happily be azy bug in the future with you by my side, right? Eat, y, drink and sleep
the whole day?" Florence smiled.
An eternal happy and simple life.
Ernest looked at Florence and his sigh deepened.
"Eat, y, drink and sleep with me?" Ernest asked in a deep and low voice.
His words left Florence speechless, her face was as red as an apple.
She didn''t mean it that way!
She wanted to exin but Ernest''s long and neat fingers fell onto her lips before she opened her
mouth.
He approached her and said with a seductive tone. "Don''t rush, I''ll satisfy your needs once I
recovered."
Eat, y, drink and sleep!
Florence was too embarrassed, she could turn into an ostrich and buried her head, "You… pervert."
She pushed Ernest lightly and ran away.
Her heart kept racing uncontrobly, it could jump out any second.
She wanted him to recover soon… and remembering what he saidst time that he would make her
truly his next time.
He would really do it when he recovered…
It made her blushed so much only by thinking about it, her body temperature was rising.
Ernest smiled looking at her fleeing back.
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He then followed her pace.
Three hourster, Stanford arrived at the destination.
He rushed over and was stunned to see a temple in front of him.
He frowned in disbelief, then asked, "Are you sure Phoebe is here?"
Addison patiently replied. "Yes, I sent someone to check once we received information from Ernest,
Ms. Jenkins is here. And ording to our source, she has been here for quite some time."
Ady, been here for quite some time in a temple.
Stanford felt a grip on his heart, he was upset.
He couldn''t visualize an active and livelydy such as Phoebe shaved and be a nun.
His face stiffened, he entered the temple with a heavy heart.
What could he say to Phoebe? How could he make it sounded natural? Overlooked her bald head and
act like nothing and offered to bring her home.
Or tell her directly that she had suffered, Florence was still alive, and she didn''t need to be a nun to
repent her sin.
Or… Countless thoughts and ideas appeared in Stanford mind, none satisfied him.
He arrived at the entrance but still couldn’te out with a proper way to break the ice with Phoebe.
He saw a petite figure knelt on a pad the moment he stepped foot into the hall.
She was all four on the floor with her back facing him. It was hard to tell but Stanford knew instantly
that she was Phoebe.
He froze where he stood and stared at Phoebe.
She had all-white clothes on and was no different from the nuns here.
She did…
A thousand knives stabbed through his heart.
Looking at her, Stanford began to wonder if he wasn’t too mean the other at the beach but was
completely wrong.
He did wrong?
Phoebe would never shave and be a nun if it wasn’t because of him...
“Phoebe Jenkins, go back with me now!” He couldn’t contain his emotion anymore.
He strode into the hall and pulled the petite body up from the pad.
Phoebe who was praying didn’t know what happened and fell forward as her body was pulled up.
She raised her head and knocked on a man’s shoulder.
She stunned and threw a p at the man the next second.
“Pervert!” She yelled.
This sudden pnded directly on Stanford’s face.
Five fingers marks surfaced almost instantly on his face.
He stood frozen with an awkward look, he had never been beaten by anyone up until now, not to
mention a p!
Feeling his action stopped, Phoebe swung loose from him and took a few steps backwards.
She raised her head and wanted to yell but a familiar face fell into her sight.
Her eyes widened in disbelief and stuttered, “Stanford?”
Was it him? Had she mistaken?
Stanford’s face reddened and was in pain due to the p, he stared at Phoebe deeply.
“It’s me.” He uttered out the words in extreme awkwardness.
Phoebe blinked a few times not believing that the man in front, the man she pped was Stanford.
She had never thought that they would meet again.
After a moment of surprise, Phoebe thought of something that turned her sorrow and she walked away.
She was almost running and close at the door.
Stanford stunned, he flew all the way here for her, been pped on the face, hadn’t said much and she
ran away seeing him?
She really didn’t want to see him?