Drowning In His Deep Love (Re-edited) novel Chapter 82

Chapter 82 Florence's Motto

Florence recognized the man in the car at a glance. He was the one she met in the cemetery last time.

The man looked at her and suddenly smiled at her. He got out of the car, walked toward her, and said humbly, "Florence."

Did he know her?

Did come here for her?

"You are?" Florence calmed down and of course, she wouldn't say that she had seen him in the cemetery before.

Besides, Florence didn't even know him.

The man smiled and replied, "My family name is Ryker, and my full name is Henry Ryker. You can call me Henry. I am your mother's friend."

"My mom's friend?" Florence has no impression. Her mother passed away early. Besides, when her mother was alive, she seldom saw her contact with any friends. She didn't think her mom had any friends.

How could a man who had a gun know her mother?

"Why haven’t I seen you before?"

Henry smiled and said, "I have not seen your mother for more than 20 years. I learned that your mother has passed away not long ago. I know that she has a daughter, so I come and have a look."

He specially came to visit the daughter of his late friend. The relationship between the two was definitely unusual.

The first reaction in Florence's mind was that he might have a crush on her mother.

"Florrie, could we have a meal together?" Henry said with expectations in his tone. "In three hours, my plane will take off. I want to have a meal with you before I leave. You look so much like your mother."

Florence didn't know the reason why she couldn't stand Henry's eyes and nodded subconsciously.

Henry was overjoyed. "I have booked the restaurant. Get in the car."

Florence just followed him unexpectedly.

In the huge room, there were only Henry and Florence.

Henry enthusiastically put food into Florence's bowl and said, "Florrie, help yourself. Your mother used to like steamed sea bass the most."

"You know that my mother likes sea bass?"

It seemed that their relationship was really unusual. Florence tentatively asked, "Henry, did you have a crush on my mom?"

Hearing what she said, Henry laughed and shook his head, "You silly girl. You have a good imagination, but no. Your mother and I are best friends. It's not like the kind of relationship you think."

It seemed that Florence was wrong.

"Sorry, I misunderstood you." Florence smiled and continued to eat.

Henry didn't eat much but watched Florence eating.

"Florrie, was your mother happy after she married Lincoln and lived with him all those years?"

Florence thought of her mother, and she felt a little sad and nostalgic. "Mom should be happy. She liked to smile. When she smiled, she looked beautiful and warm."

In Florence's impression, her mother was always elegant and quiet. She kept the house in good order. She had planted a lot of beautiful flowers in the yard, which was especially beautiful in spring.

When Lincoln's company encountered difficulties, her mother would handle all the difficulties and they would be solved soon.

She could make delicious meals and behaved politely and decently when greeting guests. She could not only handle the company's affairs and helped develop her husband's business but also keep everything in the house in perfect order.

In Florence's eyes, her mother was perfect.

But such a perfect woman was betrayed by Lincoln. Florence didn't know if her mother had learned about Lincoln’s affairs with Allison before she died.

Florence also didn't understand why her mom, such a beautiful, gentle, and virtuous lady would fall in love with Lincoln.

Henry sighed with emotion, "When your mother smiled, she looked really pretty. More than 20 years have been away, and I didn't expect to get the news that she had already passed away."

When he was speaking, the corners of his eyes were moist.

He was not acting, and Florence was particularly curious.

She didn't know anything about her mother's family background and past. Lincoln never mentioned it.