CHAPTER 116: CHAPTER 116: MEMORY CHAPTER (16)

"Are you worried about my leg or watching the road?" Ethan Harper helped her stand firm, "Be careful."

"I zoned out," she muttered.

"What are you thinking about?"

Florence Fuller hesitated to ask the past couple of days, her heart faltered, almost blurting it out, but she swallowed it back, "It’s nothing."

She could probably guess what it was about.

The meal at Eleanor Lane’s was lively, and Sister Dawson started crying at the dining table.

"Thank goodness I met you, madam. If it weren’t for you and the young master, my daughter wouldn’t be where she is today."

Aunt Monrose reassured constantly, "It’s no big deal, Sister Dawson."

"It’s my luck to meet an employer like you. Among so many wealthy families, who treats us housemaids this well?"

Giving her such a high salary, also helping her daughter get into the best school in Cloudsea, now she’s going overseas as an exchange student, and even the procedures and money that couldn’t be managed were helped by Abigail Monrose.

"Madam, you’ve been too kind, I want to work for you for a lifetime."

Sister Dawson cried her eyes out, Eleanor Lane handed over tissues, "Stop crying, mom."

"Eleanor is a hardworking girl," said Abigail Monrose, "She will have a brighter future ahead."

Florence Fuller sat across from her, with a look of envy in her eyes.

What kind of future would she have, being controlled by the Fuller Family all her life?

"Eleanor, you must repay the madam and the young master one day, make sure to study well," Sister Dawson said.

Eleanor’s gaze fell on Ethan Harper for a moment, "I will."

Florence Fuller sensitively caught that glance, and looked at Ethan Harper beside her.

He was looking at his phone, Florence glanced at the screen, she somewhat understood, it seemed to be a stock market trend chart.

Abigail Monrose shook her head, "Let’s not talk about repayment, as long as Eleanor has a good future, that’s enough. Let’s all raise a glass."

Florence Fuller filled her glass with juice and raised it.

Everyone was happy about Eleanor’s educational path.

After the meal ended, Florence Fuller went back to her room to organize the clothes she brought.

Realizing her school bag for tomorrow wasn’t in the room, she guessed it might be in the study, so she went directly to the study, pushing open the door, a choking female voice made her pause.

"Is my birth not good enough? Am I not pretty enough? But I’ve been trying so hard, am I really not able to?"

It was Eleanor’s voice.

Florence Fuller half-opened the door, quietly pulled it back, hoping she wasn’t noticed.

"It’s for your own future, not for me."

That was Ethan Harper’s voice.

Florence Fuller stood at the door, inexplicably feeling restless standing there.

She desperately wanted to know what they were saying, but reason held her back.

Eleanor cried, "Do I really not have even a little hope, I can’t believe it."

She had been at the Monrose Family for a few years, despite not having much contact with Ethan Harper, the man’s charm was exceedingly captivating.

When she first came to live with her mother, she had come from a small place, dressed in old clothes, her whole demeanor clashing with the elegance inside.

To get into the best school in Cloudsea, there was an entrance exam, she stayed up late studying under a lot of pressure, with some things she didn’t understand, crying as she studied at night.

Sister Dawson couldn’t help her, so she went to fetch water outside and ran into Abigail Monrose, who had just returned home; she didn’t know what happened, Sister Dawson asked her to bring her homework to the living room.

Wiping away her tears, she obediently went out and waited. After a while, she saw a man in casual brown clothes slowly coming down the stairs.

Abigail Monrose was just coming in from the backyard, seeing him walking down the stairs instead of using the elevator, she frowned, "You’re able to stand and walk a few steps, and you’re taking the stairs already?"

"It’s alright," a clear gentle voice.

He came to the sofa area and saw Eleanor, politely saying, "Hello."

Eleanor, for a moment, forgot to speak, just looking at him.

He was noble and handsome, almost glowing.

Seeing her looking at him like that, Ethan Harper didn’t mind, sitting down and looking at her book, "Where don’t you understand?"

Eleanor came back to her senses and quickly pointed it out.

From the moment she met this man, Eleanor didn’t see even a trace of disdain or contempt in his eyes towards her. On the contrary, he was gentle to everyone.

She held onto that tiny flicker of hope in her heart and came to see him before going abroad, believing she might hold a slightly different place in his eyes as well.

"You’re so gentle, you’re so good to me, helping me with my studies, praising me for being smart. You even gave me a graduation gift..." she choked up.

"I think you misunderstood, I’m not particularly good to you. Helping with your studies was because my mother asked me to, I couldn’t refuse and didn’t want to see her upset." Ethan Harper slightly frowned, "The gift was also something my mother asked me to prepare."

Ethan Harper didn’t feel he had ever crossed any lines with Eleanor, they hadn’t even touched. If interpreted her way, then for him tutoring Florence Fuller alone in the study, gifting her a valuable violin and helping her invest...

Would Florence Fuller also feel the same way about him?

Ethan Harper got a little distracted.

Eleanor bit her lip, unwilling to give up, "Is it because there’s something wrong with me? I can’t choose my birth, but I can choose my future..."

Ethan Harper sighed, "You should understand, I’m merely someone who helped you with a few questions, and you’re just temporarily staying at the Monrose Family; other than that, there’s no connection."

Florence Fuller listened from outside, her heart suddenly sunk.

Helped with a few questions, temporarily staying at the Monrose Family, besides that, no connection.

Why did it feel like he was talking about her too?

Was he warning her not to have feelings she shouldn’t have either?

Florence Fuller frowned and returned to her room.

She didn’t feel like thinking about anything else, her mind repeatedly playing Ethan Harper’s words.

The warm touch on her cheek brought her back to her senses, Ethan Harper’s palm pressed against her face, Florence Fuller focused her gaze, meeting Ethan Harper’s eyes.

His palm remained on her cheek, Florence Fuller distinctly felt her voice tremble, "You... what are you doing..."

Ethan Harper rubbed her cheek, seriously saying, "There’s a fuzz on your face."

Where did the fuzz come from, she thought.

And even if there was, did he have to touch her face to remove it?

Yet Ethan Harper’s expression was very serious, not seeming fake.

Florence Fuller felt herself getting lured in by him.

"You said it was nothing but you’re spacing out," he withdrew his hand, eyes scrutinizing, "What are you thinking about?"

Florence Fuller couldn’t stand his gaze, turned her head and stepped aside, "Thinking about handsome guys at school."

Ethan Harper’s expression slightly tightened, "You have someone you like?"

Florence Fuller mumbled noncommittally, "Sort of."

"From where?"

Florence Fuller couldn’t make it up any further, "You guess."

Ethan Harper reached out, and Florence Fuller thought he was going to grab her, dexterously dodging.