Now, even the skin behind Florence’s ears was blushed.
“Okay. Gotta go. Bye!”
After finishing her words, she immediately tabbed on the button to hang up the video call.
The screen went dark without Ernest’s extremely handsome face.
However, Florence’s heart was still hammering. Things and the scenes about Ernest kept flashing through her mind.
“Ding-dong.”
Right then, she heard the message tone on her phone.
Florence unlocked the screen immediately, only to find a message from Ernest.
Ernest: “Close your eyes and go to bed. Good night, my good girl.”
His words were full of his care for her in a domineering manner.
Reading the line, Florence felt so sweet that her heart was full of pink bubbles. She was so joyful as a teenager in her first love.
She rolled back and forth on her bed excitedly for a long time before sleeping with the smile written all over her face.
The next morning.
When Florence opened her eyes, she subconsciously picked up her phone. Taking a look, she found a message from Ernest.
Half an hour before she woke up, he sent her: “Good morning, Florence.”
Reading the message, Florence couldn’t help smiling sweetly. It turned out that such an aloof man like Ernest would also greet her in the morning and at night.
She felt so lucky to be his love.
With happiness, Florence typed a message and sent it to Ernest: “Good morning, Ernest. I just woke up.”
Soon, Ernest replied to her.
Holding her phone, she was about to tab it and read. Right then, she heard a click from her door, which was opened.
“Good morning, Flory. Why haven’t you got up yet? Are you not feeling well again?”
Speaking in a caring tone, Stanford walked in from the door.
Florence was startled suddenly. Looking down at her old cell phone, she immediately pressed it under her quilt with a sense of guilt.
However, Stanford was quite sharped-eyed. He noticed her reaction.
With a slight frown, he asked, “What are you doing?”
“No... Nothing,” Florence answered in a panic. She looked away with her twinkling eyes guilty. Now she could only get in touch with Ernest through this cell phone. She was afraid that Stanford would find it and take it away from her.
As an overbearing sister-addicted man, Stanford would probably do it.
Hence, she had to hide it from him.
Stanford walked to her bed in confusion. He looked at Florence, who was in pajamas, up and down. Then he reached out a hand to her.
“What are you hiding, Flory? Give it to me.”
He looked at her sharply, pretty sure that she had hidden something secret from him.
Florence looked guiltier. Under the quilt, she hid the phone inward again.
“Stanford, I’m not hiding anything,” Florence answered affirmatively. Then, she decisively changed the subject. “By the way, Stanford, I’m a girl and grownup. I’ll be quite embarrassed if you always break into my room like this.”
Stanford frowned. “But you are my younger sister...”
“What if I were not decent?”
Stanford was choked up. His handsome face blushed in embarrassment.
In fact, he would always knock on the door before coming in. However, he still felt not uneasy because of what had happened last night. Plus, Florence got up so late this morning, so he was worried if she was sick again and broke indirectly.
“Okay. I’ll enter after knocking on your door next time.”
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