“Ernest, will you still fall in love with me in your next life?”
Florence asked quietly.
In this life, she had already used up all her luck in her life to make Ernest fall in love with her.
If there was another life, she might not be so lucky, but she still wanted to be with him for the rest of her life.
Ernest laughed lightly, “You fool! No matter when, I will only fall in love with you.”
Whether there was a next life or not, Ernest knew clearly that the only person in this world who could attract him was her.
She was like a poppy to him, irresistible and unavoidable.
Hearing Ernest’s reply, Florence smiled contentedly.
Her small hand gripped Ernest’s palm tightly, looking calmly at those guards patrolling near the trees with their guns.
The bullets that flied across the tree trunks were coming closer to them….
“Florence!”
In the calm desperation, suddenly, a familiar shout rang out.
Stunned, Florence jerked her head to look, and saw that at the entrance to the pathway where she had come in, Stanford was rushing over with a group of bodyguards who held guns in hands and came in an aggressive manner.
They were like a sharp blade suddenly killed in. They divided Samantha’s guards into two parts with the most brutal and savage gesture.
More than half of the guards fell down on the ground in the blink of an eye.
Stanford who led the team held a silver pistol in his hand, emitting an atmosphere of coldness like a murderous demon.
However, in the eyes of Florence, he was even more lovely than an angel at the moment.
Stanford looked at Florence from afar, striding towards her and shouting loudly.
“Don’t be afraid, I am here.”
There were only a few common words, but Florence’s eyes instantly turned red. All her toughness collapsed, leaving behind only post-disaster thankfulness and weakness.
Stanford had come.
They were finally here.
She and Ernest were saved.
“Ernest, we’re saved. We’re saved.”
Florence was overjoyed and too happy to control herself. She excitedly held Ernest’s hand and could not help jump up and down.
Ernest’s tense expression also relived a lot, with a touch of gratitude sliding across the bottom of his eyes.
The good thing was that Stanford finally arrived in time and Florence was safe.
Stanford had only brought a few people with him. He even fought head-on with less guards than their enemies, but they were like death reapers who with a frenzied stance, made the enemies fall down one after another.
The dozens of adverse guards fell without even a semblance of resistance.
In just a few minutes, the adverse guards who were previously in an absolutely favourable situation, all fell down on the ground.
Blood flowed in rivers.
Stanford and his guards walked on the corpses of the adverse guards, and they were slightly injured.
Stanford’s gaze was fixed on Florence even since he saw her.
He walked extremely fast and rushed up to Florence in a great hurry, looking her up and down with anxiety.
“Florence, how are you? Are you hurt? Is it serious? Does it hurt?”
The successive questions revealed his deep concern.
Florence’s current appearance was so tragic, with blood all over her body, which made his heart clench.
Florence’s eyes were red as she shook her head, tears rolling down her face in a torrent.
“I’m fine. Thank god, you’re finally here.”
Florence fiercely throw herself on Stanford, and then embraced him. Her snot and tears were on his clothes.
She choked with sobs and said, “I was scared to death. I almost died.”
Stanford hugged her heartily and patted her back soothingly. Only then did he realize that most of the blood on her body was someone else’s.
Only then was he able to put his heart at rest.
Luckily, Florence was fine. Otherwise, he would have had to blame himself to death for not protecting his sister well.
He gently comforted, “I’m sorry. It’s my fault. Don’t be afraid. I am here. No one will dare to hurt you again.”
The more he consoled, the more fierce Florence’s tears became.
All the nightmare-like scare that she had just experienced was being vented at the moment.
Only by crying out could she leave all the horrors of killing people and being killed behind her.
Hearing Florence’s sobs, Stanford’s heart tangled up. His heart ached unbearably, and he blamed himself even more for coming too late.
When they were in the tunnel, they should have driven here without sleeping for that two hours.
While blaming himself and feeling remorseful, Stanford also saw Ernest who was silent nearby and could not help but say,
“Ernest, aren’t you powerful? How could you put my sister in such a dangerous situation? She’s terrified.”
Hearing this, Florence stopped crying for a moment and was about to explain, “Don’t blame him, it’s …”
“It’s my fault that I didn’t protect her well.”
Ernest’s low and hoarse voice interrupted Florence’s words.
His gaze was dark as he looked at Florence with a complex and sad expression, “Mr. Fraser, I’ll have to bother you to take care of her … I’m sorry.”
Ernest’s voice was becoming even lower.
As the last word was said, the last breath that held him up was finally dispersed.
The tall body lost its support in an instant and collapsed feebly.
The scene was noticed by Florence when she let go of Stanford and turned around.
The invulnerable man in her eyes and the man who could not be defeated fell down in front of her like a crumbling mountain that collapsed.
A button was ripped off his chest, and his suit was slightly open. The originally white shirt inside was red stinging to the eyes.
It’s blood.
It’s all blood.
Ernest’s face was even whiter, as lifeless as a ghost.
Florence looked at him motionlessly, and with her eyes wide open, she seemed to be scared out of her mind.
She looked at him motionlessly, forgetting to react and not daring to have any reaction.
Stanford was shocked. Only then did he notice that even in black suit, the blood on Ernest’s body could not be concealed.
At this moment, he was like a bloody man.
In such a dangerous situation, Florence’s body was still intact without even slight injury, which was all because of Ernest who used his body to protect her!
Ernest’s body was riddled with holes.
“Ernest, you can’t sleep!”
Shocked, Stanford quickly reacted, then knelt down and reached out to check Ernest’s breath.
The breath was as faint as if it was lost.
“Collin! Collin, come here, come here now!”
Stanford shouted sternly, his tone tense being somewhat panicked.
He had experienced quite a lot, and just with a simple check, he knew how badly Ernest was injured.
In the next second, he may stop breathing and his heart may stop beating.
Collin, who was looking for anyone alive to shot, heard the sound and became nervous instantly, realizing that there was something urgent.
There must have been something really serious or Stanford wouldn’t have asked him to come at the moment.