Drowning In His Deep Love (Re-edited)

Chapter 63 Irresistible Desire

Chapter 63 Irresistible Desire

Florence's heartbeat quickened. She felt as if her heart was about to jump out of her chest. Wearing his coat, she was completely surrounded by his breath, and her head was blank.

His kisses went deeper and deeper as if he wanted to eat her.

Alexander felt as if his heart had been pressed by a big stone since Florence broke up with him.

He was out of breath. He always wanted to protect and love this girl. But she didn't have him in her heart and even gave birth to the other man's child.

Having a baby out of wedlock!

What kind of man could make her willing to give birth to his children when she just became an adult?

Alexander was jealous of that man. He was insanely jealous.

He didn’t dare to investigate, ask, or mention.

He had repressed his anger and jealousy for more than half a month, but at this moment, he wanted to mercilessly possess her, letting her only belong to himself.

This was the first time he had ever been so crazy.

The firewood in the earthen stove was crackling and burning.

Florence came to her senses and realized what they were doing. She pushed Alexander hurriedly.

He held her tightly in his arms, and she could not push him away.

"Hmm!"

Alexander's loss of control frightened Florence.

"Hiss!"

There was a stabbing pain in her lips.

A smell of blood spread in her mouth.

Florence's lip was bitten, and Alexander let go of her at a loss, “Florrie, I..."

Just out of control let Alexander chagrin.

For some reason, Florence suddenly felt very aggrieved.

She turned her face, stared at the burning flame, and laughed at herself, “Alexander, do you think I'm really an easy woman?"

She had just felt his anger and contradiction.

Alexander frowned deeply and looked at her deeply.

Her eyelashes trembled and her eyes were blurred. Florence twitched the corners of her mouth and continued, “You were very conflicted just now. You cared about my past very much. Yes, which man wouldn't mind when his woman once gave birth to the other man's child?"

Alexander was born into a very wealthy family. He had a lonely and proud disposition. He was the eldest young master of the Logan family and never used things that others had used.

But it happened that he met Florence.

And Florence gave birth to the other man's child.

Alexander clenched his fists and looked cold. Suddenly, he hit the wall with a fist. Bright red blood seeped out from his knuckles.

Florence was shocked, “Alexander, what are you doing?"

She quickly took a paper towel to stop the bleeding for Alexander.

Looking at her worried appearance, Alexander stared at her. He suddenly hugged her and said in a deep voice, "Florrie, let's restart."

Florence was shocked.

At that moment, Florence's heart was contradictory. When she heard Alexander's words, she was filled with joy, but joy could not dispel her inferiority complex.

The fire light in the stove lit the two faces, and everything around them seemed to become the background. The time seemed to freeze.

Florence looked up at his chiseled chin.

She couldn’t deny that Alexander had been indelible in her heart. She wanted to nod recklessly.

But...

"Alexander, we should calm down."

Decisions made on an impulse will only make things worse.

Florence withdrew from his arms and breathed a sigh of relief, “At the beginning, we were too hasty and established our relationship jokingly. Maybe this is a chance for us to think carefully about

whether we can continue or not."

They knew each other too suddenly and developed too rapidly as if they wanted to ignite all their passion at once. Just because it was too smooth, it was difficult to cross when there was a crisis.

Florence left this sentence and went out of the kitchen.

Behind her came Alexander's voice.

"Florence, I never joked with it."

Florence paused and she had an impulse to cry.

She didn't look back, but the corners of her mouth rose slightly unconsciously.

Alexander stood in the same place. Rain continuously dripped down from the eaves and the distant mountains looked dim, forming a landscape painting full of artistic conception.

Mr. Abraham had revised the design draft, and Florence was standing under the eaves, looking into the distance.

Perhaps because she had stayed in the city for a long time, when she stayed away from noises, Florence suddenly liked the seclusion on the top of the mountain.

"Nice view here." Mr. Abraham walked to Florence with the support of his walking stick, “The most famous thing in Peach Flower Mountain is the sunrise. It is spectacular."

Florence had been busy making a living all these years. She hadn’t had the mood to enjoy the sunrise.

But she really wanted to see the gorgeous sunrise now.

"I need to take the design back. I'll come here when I'm free next time."

"Young people are too impetuous. Too few can calm down." Mr. Abraham said meaningfully, "Sometimes if you miss a chance, you will miss it your whole life. You can't regret it."

Florence was silent.

"Dinner."

Alexander came out of the kitchen with the dishes.

Mr. Abraham smelled the aroma and became greedy, “Alex, I ate the food you cooked several years ago. I really miss it."

A few years ago?

Florence looked at Alexander. Had they known each other for so long?

Mr. Abraham looked at Florence and said, "Sit down and eat together before you go."

Florence looked at the clock. It was late.

"No, thanks. Mr. Abraham, you two may enjoy it. I have to go back first and I’ll visit you again the other day."

Now the rain was less heavy. When it got dark, it would be more difficult to drive on the mountain road.

Florence was still worried as Audrey was taking care of Beckham.

"I’ll go with you." Alexander picked up the car key and said, “Mr. Abraham, I'll come back to dinner with you the other day."

Mr. Abraham nodded, “Well, I won't ask you to stay. Be careful. It's raining and the mountain road is difficult to drive."

Alexander looked at Florence and said, "Take my car."

"No, I drove the company's car here. I have to drive it back."

"Then I'll drive your car."

It was hard to drive on the mountain road, plus it was getting dark again, Alexander was worried when Florence wanted to drive back alone.

Florence remembered that when she came here, the car skidded. She really couldn't do it, “OK."

As for what happened in the kitchen, they didn't mention it again.

Florence sat on the passenger’s seat and Alexander drove. He didn't dare to drive too fast on the way down the mountain.

It was silent in the car. Florence looked out of the window and suddenly heard Alexander's voice.

"My mother didn't introduce a new girlfriend to me."

"Uh?" Florence didn't understand what he was talking about instantly. She looked at Alexander and then realized what Alexander meant.

"What about those things you said?"

"I deliberately said that to make you angry."

Hearing what he said, Florence couldn't help but laugh.

However, Alexander's method was really useful. She was really uncomfortable when she heard that he dated others.

"I saw a woman go to the hospital to visit you that day. Who was that?"

"A colleague." Alexander did not lie. Emily was his secretary. She was his subordinate and colleague.

"Are there women drivers in your company?" Florence was a bit unconvinced, “That woman had a good shape and was wearing a famous brand. She didn’t look like a driver."

"She was my boss’ secretary, not a driver."

"Is she interested in you?" Florence suddenly had a sense of crisis. Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

"No," Alexander answered decisively. At this time, he couldn't hesitate.

He had a strong will to live on.

Florence snorted, "I can't believe it."

Florence didn't realize that their relationship had unknowingly returned to the past.

Alexander curled his lips and glanced at Florence, “You can ask her by yourself next time."

The car was coming to a corner and a car was coming from the opposite side. Alexander slowed down to avoid it. He stepped on the brake, but it didn't respond at all.

Alexander's expression suddenly solidified.

The brake was out of order.