CHAPTER 129: CHAPTER 129: MEMORIES PART (29)

Florence Fuller had a vague impression.

Sometimes she would run into him at the cafeteria, catch sight of him in class, and even more often, he came to this coffee shop to work part-time; this guy came quite often.

Thomas Tennyson, holding a bouquet, walked up to Florence Fuller and, gathering all his courage, said, "Florence Fuller, I like you, be my girlfriend!"

The group that came with him cheered, even her coworkers were taken aback.

The words "Say yes to him" echoed continuously throughout the shop.

Florence Fuller looked calmly at the boy holding the flowers.

She found it quite funny.

She didn’t know this boy at all, not even his name, and yet he was here holding flowers, confessing, and asking her to be his girlfriend.

Considering her current life of rushing over to work part-time right after classes to support herself, she barely had time for a relationship.

The voices urging her to say yes gradually dimmed, and the coffee shop fell quiet.

Florence Fuller removed her mask, sighed deeply, and looked at him with calm eyes, "Sorry."

Thomas Tennyson’s face fell immediately.

Her next words made him feel even worse, "I already have someone I like."

Thomas Tennyson didn’t believe it, "You’re just lying to reject me."

"I didn’t lie to you," Florence Fuller looked at him utterly calm and serious, "I really like him, like, it has to be him."

The group behind Thomas Tennyson looked at each other.

Oops, he failed.

Thomas Tennyson held the flowers, silently staring at her.

"Moreover, I don’t even know you," Florence Fuller said, "Is dating so casual nowadays?"

"You don’t know me," Thomas Tennyson couldn’t believe it, "I’ve been around here for days with you, and you mean to say..." he paused, "you don’t even know my name?"

Florence Fuller looked at him and nodded.

"Haha." Thomas Tennyson turned and shoved the flowers into the hands of a friend behind him, turning to leave.

He left, those people looked at Florence Fuller, then at the departing Thomas Tennyson, and followed him out.

The shop returned to tranquility, and Florence Fuller hurriedly tidied up her things. The manager cleared his throat and said, "Alright, finish up and you can clock out."

Walking out of the shop, Florence Fuller instinctively glanced around, saw no sign of him, disappointment welled in her eyes, and after bidding farewell to a coworker, she headed towards where she lived.

She hadn’t walked far when she felt something was off, turned around, and locked eyes with the figure trailing her.

Florence Fuller was stunned, feeling somewhat weak all over.

Ethan Harper silently made eye contact with her, the two of them standing five to six meters apart, quietly gazing at each other.

The emotions Florence Fuller had painstakingly gathered seemed to spill out at this moment, her breath turned rapid, and she ran towards Ethan Harper.

Ethan Harper opened his arms to catch her, hearing Florence Fuller’s outburst of tears.

Ethan Harper tightened his hold around her, kissed her forehead, and softly reassured her, "It’s alright, I’m here."

Florence Fuller clung to his clothes, crying uncontrollably in his embrace.

She didn’t cry when she clashed with Michael Fuller.

She didn’t cry over her busy daily routine.

She thought she could manage, but at the sight of Ethan Harper, she merely wanted to nestle in his arms and draw upon his gentle care.

She didn’t know how much time had passed; the sobs gradually quieted, and Florence Fuller leaned against him, her eyes red with no clue of what she was thinking.

"Are you tired?" he asked.

"Tired," Florence Fuller, having just cried, spoke with a trembling voice, "So very tired."

Ethan Harper looked at her, "So what happened?"

Florence Fuller was silent for a long time, then sighed, "On my first day of class, I hit Andrew Somerset."

Ethan Harper frowned, "What trouble did your father give you?"

"He wanted me to apologize, I refused. Then..." she glanced at Ethan Harper, "I won’t be able to go back to the Fuller Family."

"He kicked you out of the house."

Ethan Harper understood; this was a move to force Florence Fuller’s compliance.

Does it even count as home?

Florence Fuller felt that place didn’t count as a home, she felt no sense of belonging.

She hadn’t gone to the Monrose Family either.

"So you’re living on your own outside."

"I rented a small room, shared, as long as I can sleep."

Ethan Harper felt a pang of sorrow, he held Florence Fuller’s hand tightly, his eyes filled with distress.

A strong-willed yet stubborn girl.

"The money you have is enough for your expenses," Ethan Harper said, "Why do you push yourself so hard?"

"But at this rate, I’ll eventually run out of money, and I want to support myself, so I have to do it myself."

Ethan Harper gazed at her, after a long while, he nodded, "So you’re living in that little neighborhood not far ahead now?"

Florence Fuller looked at him, "So last night when I told you not to follow me, you still secretly did."

"Walking home alone at night is dangerous," Ethan Harper said sternly, "I wouldn’t feel at ease."

Florence Fuller didn’t respond.

She was actually quite scared walking alone at night, but she had braved it through.

"Go pack your things and come home."

Florence Fuller naturally knew he meant the Monrose Family.

She pondered, "I think that’s not possible, I..."

"Do you think my mom wouldn’t rush over if she knew how you were doing now?"

"If that doesn’t work, I’ll find somewhere better," Florence Fuller said as she walked in the direction of the neighborhood with him.

Ethan Harper looked at her, "I initially planned to give you your investment returns after this month’s accounting, but if you’re in tight need now, should I give it to you first?"

"No," Florence Fuller immediately refused, "Giving it to me now would be at a loss. I’ve seen the feedback; it’s good. You must wait until the end."

Ethan Harper looked at her.

"How are the returns?" Florence Fuller asked, her red eyes gleaming with a glint of hope, "Are they substantial?"

"Very good," Ethan Harper held her hand, "You’ll be quite surprised."

Florence Fuller couldn’t contain her happiness, she couldn’t help but hug him, "It’s thanks to you, it’s lucky I found you, your foresight is so sharp."

In truth, she never worried about losses when she initially gave the money to Ethan Harper.

"Then do you want to do something bigger?"

"Hmm?"

"There’s a fund under my name, want me to help you invest?"

"Yes, yes, yes," she leaned forward.

This girl didn’t hesitate one bit, Ethan Harper chuckled, "Aren’t you afraid of losing?"

"If it’s with you, it doesn’t matter, if I lose, I’ll just earn it back," Florence Fuller said, "But the amount is probably substantial, can I afford it?"

"Judging from your initial returns, it’s pretty decent, then it depends on whether the company can successfully go public, if so, you can invest in my fund, I’ll manage it for you, and you’ll need to allocate more than half."

Florence Fuller said, "Okay."

"So straightforward."

"Of course," Florence Fuller sniffed, "To earn big money, you have to take the plunge."

Ethan Harper softened, watching her face, his gaze gradually deep and dark.

Florence Fuller lived on the sixth floor, without an elevator, the stairway light was unreliable, and once she reached her place, she took out her keys.