Drowning In His Deep Love (Re-edited)

Chapter 31 Alexander Pretending to be Crippled

Chapter 31 Alexander Pretending to be Crippled

Florence nestled in Alexander's arms and forgot to react to this scene. The smell in her nose was familiar. His hug was wide and warm, which was also very familiar.

Florence looked up and stared at Alexander's chin, which had a very masculine outline, while Alexander lowered his head and gazed at her.

They made eye contact, and time seemed to cease. A simple glance was more potent than thousands of years of time.

Bathing in the cold moonlight, the two of them hugged each other in a very intimate position.

Florence spoke shyly, "Alexander, the smell of your body wash is so familiar. It's the same as what I use at my home."

Hearing this, Alexander felt his heart thudded. He was very scared that Florence would figure out his true identity. He hastened to cough a few times and diverted Florence's attention.

Since Alexander pretended to be sick for so long, his skills in fake coughing were very outstanding.

Seeing that Alexander was gasping due to severe coughs, she was in a panic. She hurried to pat his chest, "Better? Why are you coughing so badly?"

"Fine. I am alright." Alexander coughed a few more times and stopped coughing when he found she was basically distracted, "I will be fine after a short break. It's my old problem."

When Florence saw Alexander really stopped coughing, she was relieved. She then looked at Alexander's arm, "Your wound, is it really okay? It is still bleeding."

Alexander indifferently glanced at it, "It is a small wound, and it will not bleed soon."

Florence, "..."

"Alexander, aren't you afraid that I will tell others the truth about you pretending to be a cripple?"

Alexander gazed at her intensely and asked her instead, "Would you?"

Florence was stunned, subconsciously shaking her head. She would never do such a shameless thing.

No matters what, they almost became husband and wife. She ran away from the marriage, and he did not blame her. Besides, he then helped her cancel the marriage with that retard. She could never return his favor with a shameless deed.

Alexander smiled and stretched out his legs, lazily leaning against the trunk, "Can you sit over, so I could lean on you? I am a little knackered."

"Ok!" Florence swiftly sat over. She did not even realize that she could be so obedient.

Florence sat next to Alexander. He gently rested his head on her shoulder and closed his eyes to take a rest.

The night was deep and it was gently breezing.

Florence was very afraid that Alexander would fall asleep. It would be very dangerous. After all, the wound was still bleeding, and he might have injured other parts of his body. What if he would never wake up after he slept?

"Alexander, do not sleep. Let's talk. You can sleep when your people arrive."

"What do you want to talk about?" Alexander's voice was mellow and lethargic.

"Talk about your ex-wives, how did they all die?" Florence was really curious, "Is the rumor true? It said that they were dead because you...did that thing to them?"

Under the mask, a shallow smile showed on Alexander's mouth, "That thing? What?"

"That, just that." Florence found that Alexander still did not understand, so she had to explain, "Rumors said that they died because you abused and tortured them?"

Alexander's eyebrows were slightly raised, "Do I look like a brutal and cold-blooded person to you?"

Florence then carefully looked Alexander up and down, "Yes."

Alexander lazily glanced at Florence, and he did not speak.

Florence reacted, "Do you mean they did not die because of you? Then how did they die?"

Alexander teased her, "Do you want to marry me and have a try?"

"No, no." Florence shook her head violently, "I still want to live a long life."

She would be crazy to dig her own grave.

How could it be easy to become the wife of the man in charge of the Logan family?

Alexander closed his eyes, and both of them were silent. They could hear leaves being blown off from the tree in the tranquility.

Before this, Florence never thought that one day she would hide in the grove with the person in charge of the Logan family and talk with him.

She did not know how long had passed. It was so long that Florence thought Alexander would not speak again. But suddenly she heard him say, "My grandfather has a total of nine sons and five

daughters, and my father is the eldest. I was raised by my grandfather. I am the successor he cultivated personally. My father only has one kid, and that is me. If I die, and If I die without a successor, then the successor of Logan family can only be chosen from other branches."

Florence didn't expect Alexander to explain this to her.

This could be considered as the secret of this noble family.

Florence immediately understood, "So your uncles and aunts do not want you to have children. They will naturally persecute your wife."

It was said that Alexander would not live long. As long as Alexander had no offspring before he died, those people's purpose would be achieved.

Florence gulped and said, "Fortunately, I escaped from that marriage. Otherwise, I would have died."

Compared to the Logan family's struggle for power and profit, she and Colleen's little rivalry was nothing at all.

Alexander raised the corner of his lips, "You will not die."

"Why?"

Since his ex-wives were dead, how could she win over those Logans?

Before Alexander could say something, a shout came from the distance.

Sir, Sir."

It was Easton and Dominic who came all the way here to find him.

Florence looked toward the voice and saw Easton and Dominic who came to her.

This was the first time she saw Dominic, so she froze for a moment because she felt him somehow familiar.

Dominic and Zachary looked a little bit alike.

"Sir." Easton and Dominic ran over.

Seeing the injury on Alexander's arm, Easton hurriedly went over, "Sir."

Florence assisted Alexander to get up, and she was struggling, "You guys, come and help."

Easton and Dominic were about to go over, but they received a gesture that Alexander secretly gave them, which indicated them to step aside.

Easton reacted quickly, "Ms. Scott, please hold him, and I will go to drive the car here."

After saying that, Easton pulled Dominic and went away.

Florence shouted, "Hey, you two, come back and help..."

They had already disappeared.

Dominic was confused and he followed Easton a long way and asked, "Easton, who was the woman just now?"

"What woman? That is the future hostess of the Logan family. You are never insightful or observant."

Dominic said in shock, "Boss has a woman?"

"What a fuss." Easton rolled his eyes at Dominic, "When is our boss short of women?"

But Ms. Scott was the only woman who was appreciated by Alexander by far.

Florence assisted Alexander, walking with difficulties. But then she reacted, "You injured your hand, not your legs, and you are not really crippled. So why don't you walk by yourself?"

Alexander said solemnly, "My legs feel numb. Sorry to trouble you, Ms. Scott."

Florence, "..."

Alexander did not really put all his weight on Florence. He stretched his long arms, held Florence's shoulders. He also put his head on Florence, limping forward.

The car was parked on the highway. Florence helped him get into the car, and she also sat in.

This was a remote area. If she did not take this car, what if she ran into Kingston's people?

Easton was driving, and he asked, "Sir, back to the Logans’ mansion or somewhere else?"

Alexander closed his eyes to take a rest, "Back to the Southern Mountain Community."

Southern Mountain Community was the most luxurious and expensive villa area in Croycor. People who lived there were rich and influential.

An hour later, the car slowly drove into a villa halfway up the hill in the Southern Mountain Community.

For Florence, this was her first time being here. The villa was as big as a castle. Compared to the Scott family's small villa, the two villas were completely not on the same level.

This villa covered an area of tens of thousands of square feet, and their car had been driving inside of it for a long time.

When the car stopped, hundreds of servants stood on both sides and said in unison, "Mr. Logan."

What an impressive scene.

Alexander, like a king overlooking the world, walked in.

Florence opened her mouth as she originally wanted to ask someone to send her back. But as she was about to say anything, Alexander had already stepped inside.

Easton came over and respectfully said, "Ms. Scott, Mr. Logan asked you to go to the dining room for dinner first."

Florence really did not eat anything tonight. She felt really hungry.

But she was worried that her boyfriend would be worried if she didn't go back at this late hour.

After thinking about it, Florence looked at this impressive situation and believed that he would not allow her to leave. So she had to go in.

Easton led Florence to the dining room. It was a large dining room, which could accommodate hundreds of people. That long table was full of delicious food, and there should be hundreds of dishes.

"There are so many, how can I finish eating them?"

Wasn't this a waste?

Easton said, "Ms. Scott, you can just try each dish. They will remove some dishes that you don’t like according to your preference. Then next time, these dishes will not appear on the table."

She was afraid that there wouldn't be the next time.

It was already an accident to be here today.

Florence was really not used to eating a meal with a dozen servants serving her.

She was very hungry, but she could not eat while those people were staring at her aside.

Florence asked tentatively, "Easton, why don't you let these people leave and work on something else? I don't need to be served."

Throughout her life, she had never been served like this. She couldn't get used to it.

She was just eating, while there were dozens of pairs of eyes staring at her. How could she have the appetite?

"All go down."

The voice came from outside the dining room.

Florence turned around and found that Alexander had changed into a casual outfit, which made him look noble and elegant. A sentence suddenly appeared in her mind, "A gentle prince was like a jade, both of them were unprecedented in the world."

If the scar on his face were gone, he would the most perfect person in this world.

Servants said, "Yes, Mr. Logan."

Easton, "Yes, Sir."

Alexander walked over and sat down next to Florence. The servants all left, and there were only Florence and Alexander in this huge dining room.

Alexander glanced at Florence, "You don't like the food? I'll ask the kitchen to make it again."

"No need, these dishes are delicious." Florence tried to calm down, "Mr. Logan, can you have someone send me home later? Or send me to the foot of the mountain."

This was a villa area, so no cabs were coming at all, and it was impossible to get a car.

"No."

Alexander refused her decisively.

Florence was stunned. She did not expect that he refused her so quickly. Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

He was so straightforward.

"It is so late now, and if I don't go back, my boyfriend will be worried. Mr. Logan, no matter what, at least I helped you back a while ago."

Alexander was leisurely sipping the tea. He was now injured, and he could not return to the rental room. If he let Florence go back, he would have to find an excuse to avoid her for a while first.

"You can sleep here for one night. tomorrow morning, I'll ask Easton to send you back."

Florence widely opened her eyes. Sleeping here for one night? How could she have a sound sleep here?

But walking back was not realistic. Alexander had made a concession. If she offered any more suggestions, that would be really offending him.

This Alexander was really temperamental, just as rumored said.

After dinner, a maid guided Florence to the bedroom, and they had prepared the clothes for her to change.

Florence stood in the bedroom. She couldn't help but sigh in awe. Rich people were really squandering their money crazily.

The bedroom had hundreds of square feet, and the bathroom was even bigger than her rental room.

Florence was the kind of girl who would just accept what came to her.

Florence picked up her cell phone and sent a message to Alexander: I had something to do tonight, so I couldn't come back.'

After sending the message, Florence felt a little unbelievable about herself. It turned out that when she cared about someone, the attachment could be so strong.

When she was with Thomas, even if they were separated for a long time, she would not feel anything, do anything or tell him anything.

After sending the message, Florence went into the bathroom.

In the room next to hers...

Alexander picked up another cell phone and looked at it, it was exactly the message sent by Florence.