Drowning In His Deep Love (Re-edited)

Chapter 86 Alexander Climbing Over the Wall

Chapter 86 Alexander Climbing Over the Wall

As soon as Andrew left, Alexander went directly to the second floor, leaving Easton to stay and wait on the first floor.

Andrew had ordered to unlock all the doors in the house in advance, including Florence's bedroom.

Alexander stood in front of the door and felt satisfied with what Andrew had done.

He gently twisted the doorknob and walked in lightly.

Florence and Beckham were asleep. There was a night light by the bedside, in case Beckham woke up and wanted to use the bathroom.

Alexander stood by the side of the bed, looking at Florence and Beckham, both of them were sleeping soundly. The two sweaty faces suddenly made him feel calm and had an inexplicable sense of warmth.

Beckham was very cute, and a thought came to Alexander's mind from nowhere, wouldn't that be great if Beckham was Florence and his child?

When Alexander realized what he was thinking, he felt incredible.

Alexander looked at Beckham's cute face. How dare this little guy snatch Florence from him!

Alexander carefully lifted the quilt and gently picked up Florence.

Florence slept like a log and showed no sign of waking up. Alexander moved carefully like carrying something really precious and went downstairs.

The main door of the Coopers’ mansion was open. Andrew would not let him climb over the wall again.

Alexander got in the car, feeling a bit guilty, he said to Easton, “Go back to the villa."

"Yes, Mr. Logan." Easton also lowered his voice.

The car drove smoothly. Florence was lying in Alexander's arms which she was really familiar with, so she slept well along the whole ride.

Andrew and Nicholas were standing on the balcony of the second floor watching them leave. Nicholas tried to find his voice from the shock, "Dad, isn't Alexander lame and disfigured? From what I saw, there is something wrong with his leg, but it’s not as serious as it’s said in the rumor."

Nicholas suddenly remembered how terrifying Alexander looked when he fought.

He still dreaded him because of that kick.

"Mr. Logan is playing a big game. You should keep it a secret." Andrew took the opportunity to teach him, "Nicholas, you need to learn this from him. If one wants to achieve something big, his key point is to plan and prepare in advance."

"No matter how awesome he is, he is still defeated by my sister's charm, and maybe he needs to call me brother-in-law next time when we meet."

Andrew was rendered speechless.

Andrew slapped the back of Nicholas’ head, “If I hadn't paved the road first and recognized Florrie as my goddaughter, you would not have all of these."

Nicholas touched his head and pouted, “If I hadn't taken a fancy to my sister at the beginning and offended Mr. Logan, you wouldn't have a chance to suck up on him. Dad, I called it a blessing in disguise."

Andrew was too speechless to refute.

He never expected Nicholas to be a man as excellent as Alexander. Anyway, he would rest assured as long they could maintain a good relationship with the Logan family. In this way, he could hand over the family business to Nicholas.

...

The next day...

Beckham woke up and found Florence was not in the room. He wore his shoes and ran out, “Sis, sis."

Nicholas leisurely leaned against the wall and said, “Your sister is not here, ask me if you wanna know where she is, I know."

Beckham asked, “Where is she?"

Nicholas smiled and gave the offer, “I will tell you if you please me."

"You wish, " Beckham snorted and walked downstairs arrogantly, "God Grandpa, where's my sister?'

Andrew just finished his jogging, and he was pleased to see Beckham running toward him, “Beck, you woke up so early. Your sister is out for her work. Your god grandma will take you to the kindergarten, all right?"

"Okay, " Beckham was really good at being cute.

In the Southern Mountain Community...

Florence was half awake, she habitually reached out her hand to find Beckham who always rolled away during the sleep and needed her to drag him back to the quilt.

But this time, Florence stretched out her hand and felt something special. She bounced off the bed the minute she opened her eyes and found Alexander's face an inch away from hers.

"Alexander, why are you on my bed?"

Alexander put his hands behind his head and said leisurely, “It's my bed."

Only then did Florence find out that she was not in the Coopers’ mansion.

She jumped down the bed and ran to the balcony, looked outside, and found she was in the Southern Mountain Community.

It was Alexander's residence.

Florence calmed down and looked at Alexander who had a satisfied look on the bed, “How could I be here?"

Wasn't she at the Coopers’ mansion?

How could she be here overnight?

Alexander put a cigarette in his mouth without lighting it. His move was terribly sexy, showing a bit of evil charm, "You were on my bed the moment I woke up. God knows. It must be because you missed me too much that you sneaked into my bed in the middle of the night."

"Nonsense!" Florence said with no expression, "How could I run dozens of kilometers to get into your bed? And I don't sleepwalk."

Florence couldn't figure out how she got here.

"Alexander, Mr. Hayes is here, " Easton was knocking.

Florence looked at her pajamas and felt embarrassed, “Is there any clothes for me to put on?"

Florence dropped the question, anyway, she didn't lose anything.

Alexander pointed at the wardrobe, “There."

Florence walked over and opened the wardrobe, then she was shocked by the luxury.

It couldn't be just called a wardrobe. It had at least a few hundred square meters, and there were thousands of pieces of clothes, all were haute couture for different seasons.

"Why do you buy so many woman's clothes?" Florence was jealous.

"I bought them for you, do you like them?" Alexander walked to Florence's side, “I will have these clothes changed regularly every quarter in the future. If you don't like them, then let Jares come and customize them for you.

Jeres was a top-notch fashion designer. Most people couldn't even hire him at all.

However, this was not a problem for Alexander.

It was said that a woman's wardrobe is always missing one piece of clothing.

Florence had never been this extravagant. Of course, she couldn't afford it, how could she compare with the billionaire Alexander?

"Mr. Logan, are you going to throw money at me?"

"My woman deserves the best of the world, " Alexander held Florence's shoulders, his eyes fell on her chest and suddenly his expression changed when he caught a glimpse of the necklace.

"The necklace...how did you get it?"

Florence felt confused, and she took it out of her clothes, “This is my mother's relic, what's wrong?"

A look of shock flashed across Alexander's eyes again.

"Alexander, what's the matter? Have you ever seen it?" Florence wondered.

"No, " Alexander quickly came back to his sense and smiled, “I just think it's quite different. Since it's your mother's relic, then keep it well."

"Sure." Florence didn't mention Henry because she thought it was not necessary.

"You may get changed now."

Tristan arrived. When Florence changed and went downstairs, she saw Alexander chatting with him.

It was the first time for Florence to meet Tristan. If Alexander would like to show his true face to him, then this person must be unusual.

Tristan also took a look at Florence, she was indeed a beauty. A woman could appear in Alexander's residence, she must be Florence whom Easton had mentioned.

"Ms. Scott." Tristan greeted me with a smile.

Florence was a little surprised, he knew who she was.

"Florrie, sit next to me." Alexander patted the seat beside him.

Florence walked over and sat down. She heard Alexander saying, “I've been pretending long enough. It's almost there. Next, we can slowly lift the veil."

Tristan nodded, “Well, I will give you some medicine to treat your facial injury. It cost a month to take effect. Things will be almost done with one more month."

Florence was in a fog, Alexander's face was fine, why did he need the medicine?

Alexander didn't plan to pretend to be lame and disfigured anymore.