Then, he stood up, raised his hand, and rubbed Florence’s hair.
“I’m dealing with my company businesses. You won’t understand them.”
As he spoke, he met Florence’s doubtful eyes. He added, “I like to use some violent means to deal with them, so I was afraid that you might be freaked out.”
Since she came back to the Fraser family, Florence naturally heard some rumors about Stanford. The word had it that he always used ruthless means to deal with the matters, and usually, he would use extreme measures.
He snapped the laptops so anxiously, so probably he was doing some bloody things and didn’t want to show her. It did make sense.
However, Florence looked at the laptops that were hidden behind Stanford on purpose, and she felt quite uneasy for some reason.
Stanford was worried that Florence would keep wondering. Immediately, he changed the subject to distract her. With a smile, he asked, “Flory, you came to me in the evening. What can I do for you?”
Florence’s attention was distracted when she heard his question.
Picking up a glass of milk, she handed it to Stanford with a smile. “I plan to go to be after drinking a glass of milk. Since you are still in the study, I also poured you a glass by the way.”
Looking at the milk, Stanford was delighted.
This was the first time that his sister delivered glass milk to him.
“Thank you, Flory.”
Stanford took over the milk. “You are so sensible. I just happened to be thirsty.”
Florence didn’t know if he truly meant it, but her purpose was achieved.
She picked up the other glass of milk. Then she smiled and said, “Stanford, go to bed earlier after finishing your business. I’ll go back to my room now.”
Stanford was a bit confused. “Why do you go to bed so early tonight?”
Of course, she would date Ernest in her room later.
Florence felt a sense of guilt. Holding the glass, she answered while looking away, “I’m just a bit sleepy. I’m going to bed now. Good night, Stanford. See you tomorrow morning.”
She deliberately emphasized the last sentence.
Then, waving at Stanford with a smile, she walked out of the study with the milk in her hand.
Stanford held the glass of warm milk, gazing deeply at Florence’s receding figure. He sensed that she was quite abnormal tonight.
He wondered if his sister had been hiding something from him.
After dealing with Stanford, Florence walked back to her room happily, waiting for Ernest.
She wondered when he would come.
Lost in thought, she reached the door of her bedroom. Push the door open, she entered.
As soon as she walked in, she paused a bit and locked the door from the inside.
Then, she turned around nervously. As soon as she turned around and saw the man sitting on the sofa, she gaped.
On the sofa in her room, Ernest was sitting there gracefully. He pleasantly crossed his straight long legs. His extremely handsome face stunned her.
With a glass of wine in his hand, he shook the goblet slightly. He looked at Florence deeply, his lips pressed into a smile.
Florence stood there in surprise and joy. She was drowned by her happiness.
“You… Why are you here?”
“Don’t you want me to come here?” Ernest asked playfully.
Florence shook her head immediately. Of course, she wished that he could come here as soon as possible. When seeing him, she was so overjoyed.
Ernest smiled more deeply. He put down the goblet and waved at Florence.
“Come here, Florence.”
Her beloved man was so near to her. Florence’s heart hammered, and her face blushed.
Pressing her lips, she walked to her step by step.
When she approached the sofa, Ernest reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her into his arms.
Off guard, Florence fell and sat on Ernest’s lap.
In front of her was his breath in such a close distance.
Florence instantly stiffed. Flustered, she looked at the man in front of her. Her blushed face looked like an apple.
She slightly pushed him away, “What are you doing?”
“I missed you, Florence.”
Ernest’s deep voice was as seductive as the poppies, each syllable fluctuating her heart.
Instantly, Florence’s heart hammered violent. She felt shy and happy as if she had wings and was about to fly onto the cloud.
With a blushed face, she grabbed Ernest’s sleeve with her hand.
She whispered, “Why did you come here so early today?”
She had thought that probably he would be here in one or two hours, as it would be quite late and he wouldn’t be found easily.
Ernest stared at Florence and answered, “It’s always too late for me to meet you.”
If it weren’t for their current situations, how would he only meet her at night? He wished he could be with her all day and all night long.
Florence felt that her heart was full of happiness. Unconcealed smiles appeared on her ruby face.
Ernest held her in his arms, his eyes deepened.
Then, as if he was suppressing something, he tilted his head and looked over at the glass of milk that Florence put down at random. He reached out and pick it up.
He asked, “Florence, are you going to drink it?”
She nodded. Although she tricked Stanford with a glass of milk, it was also good for her health if she would drink milk before going to bed.
Ernest put the glass to her mouth and whispered, “Open your mouth.”
Florence gaped.
She wondered what he was doing. Was he going to feed her?
Florence felt happy as well as embarrassed. Immediately, she reached out to grab the glass. “I can drink it myself.”
However, before reaching the glass, her hand was grabbed by Ernest. His big palm wrapped her hand completely.
The warmth from his palm made her heart skip a beat.
Florence’s heart hammered again. Her face was so red that she even couldn’t breathe properly.
She was now in his arms with her hand in his. He was doting and loving her. It felt so happy as if it was just an illusion, more exciting than her dreams.
Ernest looked at her deeply, his desire burning in his eyes.
He raised his hand and took a sip of the milk.
Florence looked at him in confusion. Before she could figure out what he was doing, she felt his kiss in surprise.
She was in a daze, as stiffened as a log.
How could Ernest…
The temperature in her room kept heating up.
Ernest’s eyes looked as if flames were burning in there. With his deep affection, he stared at her. In passion, he held her up.