After Divorcing the Tycoon, I Married into a Wealthy Family Again-Chapter 209: I Don’t Want to See You Right Now

Chapter 209: Chapter 209: I Don’t Want to See You Right Now

"It’s just." Luke touched her swollen eyes, "Don’t cry anymore."

"I didn’t cry!" She slumped back into the back seat, puffing her cheeks indignantly, "Real women never cry."

Luke laughed aloud, shaking his head helplessly, "Sit tight, we’re heading back."

He didn’t know Florence Fuller’s apartment floor and password, hesitated for a long time, and still took her back to TJ Bay.

Their former marriage house, which he almost never returned to dismissively, but later, he lived there alone.

Since the car started, the back seat had been quiet all along. Luke glanced at her, finding Florence Fuller lying in the rear seat.

The sound of the rain poured down during the traffic light interval. Suddenly, Luke heard a sobbing sound from behind, followed by the sound of crying, accompanied by Florence’s choking voice, "Ethan Harper, I miss you so much."

At that moment, Luke’s heart felt like it was being twisted by a knife, gripping the steering wheel tightly.

The sobbing and crying persisted until they arrived at TJ Bay. Luke drove the car into the underground parking lot, then opened the rear seat door. Florence Fuller was curled up in the back seat crying, watching her made Luke feel indescribable discomfort, and he called her gently, "We’re here, Florence."

The crying Florence looked at him bewilderedly and called him, "Ethan Harper."

Luke’s fingers bulged with veins gripping the car door, staring at Florence earnestly.

Drinking to forget Ethan, yet even drunk she still couldn’t forget that man.

"Is that you, Ethan Harper?" She reached to grab Luke’s clothes, "Why are you married?"

Luke grasped her hand, cold as ice.

"So you’re really going to leave me?" Florence looked at him, "I think about you every day, but why don’t you even call me?" 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

"You don’t want to see my messages." Luke looked at her, "I miss you too, Florence."

"I didn’t not want to see your messages." Florence explained sincerely.

Luke’s gaze was profound, looking down at Florence, "Who am I? Who do you think about?"

"I think about you, Ethan Harper." She replied without hesitation.

Luke’s body froze, "You’re really drunk."

"I am not, you used to say I could handle alcohol well." Florence’s expression collapsed again, "But... you’re married."

"Yes, married." Luke lifted her out, "The bride is you, we got married."

"Huh?" Florence frowned again, then her expression relaxed, "Right, you even bought me a ring, but I put it away."

Luke’s eyes trembled, they even bought each other rings.

The ring that he and Florence exchanged during their wedding, he had never seen it on Florence’s hand.

"Are you angry?" Florence looked at him, "Don’t be angry, Ethan Harper, I’ll wear it when we get back."

Luke laughed, his tone incredibly soft, "Florence."

"Hmm." Florence responded, "We are really married?"

"Really." Luke lowered his head, approached her, "Would you kiss me?"

Florence lifted her head and gave him a kiss.

Luke’s chest trembled, he restrained himself and asked again, "Who am I?"

"Ethan Harper!"

As soon as Florence’s voice fell, he kissed her fiercely.

Ethan Harper, Ethan Harper, Ethan Harper, your heart is only for Ethan Harper.

Luke carried her all the way to the bedroom, kissing her fervently, "See, we are really married, our wedding photos are still on the wall."

Florence looked over, she saw a man in a suit and a woman in a white wedding dress on the wall, but she couldn’t see the faces of either. Luke pressed her down on the bed, "Florence, call me once more."

Florence called out, "Ethan Harper."

Luke looked deeply at her, a kiss fell, gentle words sounded, "I’m here."

——

The room was dim, seemingly airtight.

Florence awoke from a headache.

Slowly opening her eyes, she touched her splitting forehead, feeling like it would explode, she prepared to get out of bed and suddenly sensed something amiss.

A warm body lay beside her, she turned her head over, pulled back the corner of the quilt, revealing Luke’s sleeping profile.

Florence quivered all over, her breathing accelerated uncontrollably, the disorderly clothes on the floor intensified her mental turmoil. She threw the covers off, swiftly got out of bed, and entered the bathroom.

As she got out of bed, the sleeping Luke opened his eyes.

He touched the spot where Florence had just lain, the residual warmth gradually dissipating.

He rose and put on a bathrobe, the room’s disorder demonstrated the facts of last night between the two, and he left the bedroom.

Upon returning, Florence had not yet come out of the bathroom, over an hour had passed.

Luke stood quietly there, shortly hearing the sound of a hairdryer inside, waiting for a while longer, Florence came out.

As she emerged, she saw him standing at the bathroom door. Florence glared at him with a cold face, seemingly restraining her anger with great effort, she walked over to the sofa.

Luke followed, watched her rummage her phone from her bag, "Have some honey water," Luke said.

"Get lost!" Florence said, her annoyance undisguised, "I don’t want to see you right now."

"If you don’t drink water, you should at least take the birth control pills." Luke handed the pills over, "I just had the housekeeper buy them."

Florence coldly took the pills from Luke’s hand, poured a few into her mouth, rinsed them down with honey water, then slammed the cup heavily onto the low table in front of her.

"Get lost!"

Luke could feel her suppressed anger, he bent down to pick up the cup in his hand, speaking softly, "What needed to happen has happened, can we have a chance between us?"

Florence let out a cold laugh, "Just like you, Luke Gardiner, with your philandering ways for so many years, sleeping with a woman and then bringing up what chance, do you intend to marry all the women you’ve slept with?"

"No." Luke suppressed the ache in his heart, "I’ve already cut ties with people outside, from now on, it’s only you. Ethan Harper is married, so don’t think about him anymore. Can we try to be together properly in the future?"

"What kind of illusion did I give you to make you think we would be together properly?" Florence said coldly, "Do you think it’s because of Ethan Harper? I’m telling you, even without him, I’d never spend my life with you! Get lost! I feel sick just seeing you right now."

Florence’s tone and expression both already wore blatant disgust, Luke gripped the water cup tightly, laughed bitterly, and left the bedroom.

John Fuller sat back on the sofa, his expression smoldering, gripping his hands tightly, angrily smashing the table decoration out, glanced again at the wall with the wedding photo linked to Luke, picked up the items on the table and hurled them fiercely.

The glass frame shattered on impact, Florence sat back on the sofa, clutching her head in pain.