Drowning In His Deep Love (Re-edited)

Chapter 62 Remembering the Man of Five Years Ago

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.

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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.

Alexander frowned, took off his jacket, and put it on her, "Don't catch a cold."

"Thanks."

This unexpected concern made Florence suddenly remember the time when they were in love.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise from the kitchen.

Alexander rushed to the kitchen, and Florence also followed.

It turned out that Mr. Abraham dropped something because he had trouble seeing.

"Mr. Abraham. Just have a rest, and I'll do the cooking." Alexander helped him out.

"I am old. I can't deny this fact anymore."

Florence looked at Mr. Abraham's gray hair. Since he could not see things clearly, Florence felt embarrassed to take out the design map again.

"Florrie, can you take care of him?"

He suddenly called Florence's name, and she was surprised for a moment.

Alexander had not called her 'Florrie' for a long time.

Florence came back to her senses, "Yes, sure."

Alexander asked Florence to help Mr. Abraham to get out of the kitchen, and then he went into the kitchen.

"Take a seat." Mr. Abraham walked to Florence and said, "You just asked me to take a look at the design. Show me."

"Mr. Abraham, can... can you do it?" Florence doubted that Mr. Abraham might not even be able to see the design clearly.

Mr. Abraham was not happy, "What do you mean? I'm not old yet."

Florence laughed awkwardly. She felt Mr. Abraham's hearing was very good, and it didn't look like that he was deaf.

Florence took out the design. Mr. Abraham put on the glasses and looked at them, "The data is not accurate. Can you go to the kitchen to help Alex? I will just deal with this design."

Florence did not dare to doubt Mr. Abraham anymore because he could spot the problem with one glimpse.

Florence was driven to the kitchen.

The kitchen here was very simple. It burned wood to cook, and the electric light was not very bright.

Alexander was busy in the kitchen, cutting vegetables and washing them.

"Let me make the fire."

"Yeah." Alexander responded and handed her the lighter, "Can you do it?"

"What's so hard about it?" Florence took the lighter. Although she had never used a wood stove, she still could make a fire.

But it proved that Florence was unable to do it. After a long while, she still failed. The thick smoke choked her to cough severely, and she was even about to burst into tears.

"Ahem!"

The smoke made Florence close her eyes. As soon as she got up, she bumped into Alexander's arms.

Above her head, he said with a spoiling voice.

"Don't try to be a hero!"

Florence wanted to argue back, but she found that she really couldn't do this, "Then you make the fire."

Alexander picked up the lighter to first ignite the firewood, and soon the fire was ready.

"It's that simple? Do you come here often? What is your relationship with Mr. Abraham?" Florence showed admiration and doubt on her face.

"Don't move!" Alexander stared at Florence, and his hand reached for her face.

"What's wrong?" Florence didn't know what to do. Looking at Alexander who was approaching, she felt her heartbeat suddenly fasten.

She did not know why, but she felt that today's Alexander's features were particularly good-looking. She saw her blushing face in his deep eyes, and her body was inexplicably hot.

He caressed her face, and she gaped with surprise. He caressed her skin, and the touch of his fingers made her mind go blank.

"Your makeup is a mess." Alexander gently wiped the stain on her face.

Florence stood and didn't dare to move, "Well, is it better?"

Florence swallowed her saliva. Alexander was too close, and she could clearly feel his breath which was spread on her face and hear his breathing.

Alexander stroked Florence's face, and her blushing face made him forget to move for a while. He eagerly stared at her eyes, nose, lips ...

Alexander felt turned on. He bent over and kissed her lips.

Florence felt something soft on her lips. She was so shocked that she forgot to react. At that moment, she felt impulsive.

He kept deepening the kiss, and even their breaths were getting more and more urgent ...