Drowning In His Deep Love (Re-edited) novel Chapter 62

Chapter 62 Remembering the Man of Five Years Ago

Once Florence knew that she had to go to Peach Flower Mountain, Florence was a bit discouraged.

It was 40 miles away from the office, and it would take her three to four hours to get there and get back.

The road up to the mountain was egregious, and perhaps she could not get back before the end of the shift.

This was her job, so Florence could not refuse any tasks that came to her.

Nora said, "Drive the company's car."

"Okay." Florence said, "I'll pack up and go there right away."

Florence went to the washroom first, then went to the underground parking lot.

Florence was also worried that she couldn’t come back in time, so she called Audrey first, "Audrey, I have some job to do, and I have to go into the mountain. Later, can you help me pick up Beck at the kindergarten?"

"Beck? Who is it?" Audrey didn't know about Florence's adoption of Beck yet.

"I'll tell you more about it later. I have sent the kindergarten address to your phone, remember to pick him up." Florence sent out the address and drove the company's car to Peach Flower Mountain.

Once she went out of the company, she found it was heavily cloudy and the sky looked gloomy though it was very shiny a while ago. It seemed that it was going to be stormy.

Florence drove out of the city and went straight to Peach Flower Mountain.

It didn't take long before it started to rain.

The further she went up the mountain, the heavier the rain was, and the mountain road was very muddy. Besides, a section of the road was under construction.

It was misty and mountainous here, and the sight was blurry. It was only two o'clock in the afternoon, but it looked like it was going to get dark soon.

Florence slowed down and drove very slowly. The wheels skidded several times, and she had cold sweat on her palms.

When Florence arrived at the top of Peach Flower Mountain, it was almost four o'clock and the rain was incessant.

Florence took an umbrella and took the design map to find Mr. Abraham.

Mr. Abraham liked tranquility, so he preferred to live in the mountains rather than in the downtown area.

There were not many people living on this mountain, so once Florence inquired around, she instantly managed to find out Mr. Abraham’s domicile.

Florence stood in front of a small farmhouse and knocked on the door, "Is anyone there?"

Once Florence finished her words, she heard footsteps approaching, and then the door opened.

"Hello, I am from the Logan Group..."

Florence was surprised to see the person in front of her and paused, " Alexander, why are you here?"

"To get more clients." Alexander glanced at Florence and found she was half-drenched. His pupils darkened and he said, "Come in."

"Yeah." Florence was surprised to run into Alexander here, but she didn't forget her purpose of coming here.

"This is Mr. Abraham's home, right?"

"Yes." Alexander walked inside.

An old man of about sixty or seventy, with white hair, came out of the house and said, "Alex, who is here?"

Alex?

Was he calling for Alexander?

Florence looked at Alexander. Did Mr. Abraham and Alexander know each other before?

It seemed that they were more than acquaintances. Alex… Such a brief and intimate name. Their relationship was not ordinary.

Mr. Abraham walked with the support of his cane. Since his sights were a little blurred, he slightly squinted when he looked at Florence. He smiled and asked, "Alex, this is your girlfriend? She is really beautiful, you two are really a good match."

Florence and Alexander looked at each other, but Alexander did not explain.

Florence said, "Mr. Abraham, I'm Florence, an employee of the Logan Group. I'm here to deliver this design map to you. I'm not his ..."

"It's cold, come in and have a seat." Mr. Abraham could not hear her words clearly. Looking at the sky, he answered something Florence did not ask, "I'm afraid this rain will not stop for today."

It kept raining, and it seemed that it was never stopping.

Mr. Abraham said to Alexander, "Alex, ask your girlfriend to get in and have a rest. I will go to cook. You two may stay and have dinner with me before leaving."

"Mr. Abraham..." Florence had not finished speaking yet, but Mr. Abraham had already gone to the kitchen.

"Mr. Abraham could not hear you clearly. So don't bother to call him." Alexander said, "Have some warm water."

Alexander poured her a glass of warm water.

Florence's clothes were still wet. She sneezed once the cold wind blew in.