CHAPTER 103: CHAPTER 102: MEMORY EPISODE (3) FIRST ENCOUNTER

"Stay at home properly these days." Michael Fuller looked at Florence Fuller: "I’ve already contacted the school for you. The Fuller Family is not like the Shaw Family. Don’t embarrass me!"

Florence Fuller didn’t respond and headed upstairs straight to her room.

Laura Yates was about to say something but was silenced by Michael’s glare: "You can’t even manage a child at home, what are you capable of?"

Laura’s heart felt a pang, and Michael left with his suit jacket.

When Florence ran out yesterday for so long without coming back, it was impossible not to worry. She hadn’t dared let Michael find out, claiming she was in her room during dinner, then secretly sent someone to look for her.

But she couldn’t be found at all.

Who knew she’d be brought back this morning and bumped into Michael.

Florence’s future life had already been arranged; the Fuller Family enrolled her in a private elite academy, with a car to take her to school in the morning and one to bring her back in the afternoon.

Her life was extremely monotonous.

This Saturday, she hesitated for a long time but finally asked the butler to prepare a fruit basket for her. She intended to thank Aunt Monrose.

"Should I arrange a car to take you there? It’s quite a distance to walk." Uncle Lewin, a very good servant of the family, had been taking good care of Florence since she returned.

"No need, I can walk there." She took the fruit basket, intending to head out, when Laura Yates came in from the backyard and caught her: "Where are you going?"

Florence didn’t want to speak to her and walked out in silence.

"Florence!" Laura Yates called out!

Florence acted as if she didn’t hear, having already stepped out the door.

"Madam." Uncle Lewin stepped forward: "Didn’t Miss get brought back by a lady last week? She’s going to thank her today."

Laura could no longer see Florence’s back as she furrowed her brow and entered the house.

Florence walked for more than ten minutes before she saw the gate of the Monrose Family villa. She reached the ornate iron gate, feeling a bit anxious as she pressed the doorbell.

The maid who came to open the door seemed to recognize her: "Miss Fuller."

"Hello." Florence had seen her; that night, it was Aunt Monrose who brought her back, and this person who found her clothes.

Aunt Monrose called her Sister Dawson.

"I’m here to see Aunt Monrose and thank her for helping me last time."

Sister Dawson nodded: "Please come in first."

Florence followed her inside.

Sister Dawson took out some shoes for her: "You can go in and wait; the lady hasn’t returned from school yet."

Florence paused while changing her shoes: "Aunt Monrose isn’t here?"

"Correct, but she’s probably on her way back. You can wait inside." Sister Dawson smiled: "Is the fruit basket for the lady? Let me take it."

Florence was taken aback, and the fruit basket was already taken by Sister Dawson.

She walked slowly to the living room, only to find two people sitting there.

A young man in beige loungewear was sitting on the sofa, and Florence’s eyes flashed with clear amazement when she saw him.

His bone structure was excellent, and the handsome contour didn’t appear aggressive. His long brows framed starry eyes, compelling with emotion, beneath which lay a fine, well-defined nose and red lips.

Even just sitting casually, there was an air of leisurely nobility.

Beside him was a girl in a school uniform, looking not too old.

With their arrival, the three pairs of eyes met, but Florence’s gaze was locked on the man.

The man smiled slightly, and his handsome face emitted a brilliant warmth, making Florence feel as if flowers were blooming.

"Hello." His voice was clear and gentle.

Sister Dawson explained: "She is the young lady the lady brought back last time, from the Fuller Family in the southern district, bringing fruits to thank the lady,"

Upon hearing this, Ethan Harper nodded: "Please sit down. She hasn’t returned yet, but it shouldn’t be long."

Florence looked at him: "Okay."

And then sat down on the sofa.

"Let’s continue." The warm male voice sounded again, as Florence heard him read out words in English.

It was a very standard accent.

She looked over at the girl in the school uniform sitting next to him, the two were watching a book together. While they seemed close, the man’s upper body was upright, keeping a distance.

"Eleanor is my daughter." Sister Dawson came over with a drink, noticing Florence’s gaze and explained: "She’ll be taking the college entrance exam next year. We want her to aim for Cloudsea’s top university, but regular experienced tutors’ fees are too high, so since she’s living here with me, the lady asked the young master to tutor my daughter."

Florence nodded, lowering her voice: "Is he Aunt Monrose’s son?"

Florence suddenly recalled the well-fitting outfit she wore last time: "That outfit was also your daughter’s, wasn’t it? Sorry, I forgot to bring it back."

"It’s okay, you can bring it next time." Sister Dawson reassured her with a smile: "Sit down, the lady will be home soon."

Florence nodded.

She waited for a while, absent-mindedly checking her phone, and coincidentally saw a message from Michael.

The message seemed to express dissatisfaction with her academic performance.

Asking her how she was studying.

She stared at the message, unsure of how to reply.

Her academic performance wasn’t particularly good, which Amelia Linney and Henry Shaw discovered before starting to nurture her interests, like playing the violin.

She was good at taekwondo, played the violin well, and despite the expensive tuition, Henry Shaw and Amelia Linney never let her miss out.

After pondering, she eventually replied: "I want to continue learning the violin."

There was no response from Michael.

After putting away her phone, movement came from the entrance, followed by a voice: "Ethan."

Ethan Harper looked up: "Hmm."

It was Aunt Monrose’s voice.

After she spoke, Abigail Monrose entered the living room, seeming delightfully surprised to see Florence: "Florence is here."

Florence stood up: "Auntie."

"Sit, sit, sit." Abigail put down her bag and pulled her to sit: "You finally came to see me. What have you been doing this past week or so?"

"Attending school."

"Which school? How are you adjusting?"

Florence reported the school’s name: "It’s okay."

Abigail was even more delighted: "I’m teaching at that school too, in the art department, teaching painting."

Florence nodded.

"We’ll be able to see each other at school too." Abigail genuinely liked her, having taken a liking to her the first time they met, and now even more so: "If you want to learn painting, come find me; I’ll teach you."

Florence nodded, though she was too shy to say she knew nothing about painting.

The sounds of organizing things came from nearby, and Abigail looked over: "Eleanor, how’s the studying going?"

The girl called Eleanor exchanged a glance with Florence and nodded: "Thanks to Young Master Harper, I’ve improved quite a bit in the mock exams this time."

"You’ve been working hard too." Abigail praised with a smile: "You’ve studied long enough; go rest for a bit. We’ll eat soon."

Eleanor nodded and turned, heading to the corner room on the first floor where she lived.