All Chapters of Eternal Love for Florence: Chapter 21 - Chapter 27

The moment I heard the news, my entire body trembled. I crouched down, hugging my shoulders tightly. My eyelashes fluttered as something cold slipped from my eyes, like icy water pouring over me, drenching me to the bone and chilling my heart to the core.Why…Why did Pierce have to bear it all alone?I finally understood why he kept pushing me away, only to return time and again—begging, helping, even pleading with me not to marry someone else. He loved me, but he believed he couldn’t afford to love me. He saw his love as a burden to me.So, Pierce began weaving his lies. He deceived me into thinking he’d fallen out of love, that he was moving on, that he was getting married and even having a child. His indifference, his disdain, and the way he played with my emotions—all of it was an act.He did it all to drive me away, to make sure I’d never look back.Pierce didn’t want me trapped under the shadow of his death. He figured that if I hated him enough, then when his time finally came,

Pierce had finally agreed to see me.I followed Grace into the estate. The house was dim, filled with an eerie silence. Despite the presence of several family doctors, not a word was spoken. As I entered, all eyes turned toward me. I gave a slight nod and made my way upstairs to the last bedroom. The strong scent of medicine hit me the moment Grace pushed the door open, and my legs almost gave out beneath me.It had only been a few months, but Pierce’s face was gaunt, his cheeks hollow, and his pale lips barely clung to life. He struggled to sit up in bed, his expression twisted with pain. Tiny beads of sweat covered his forehead, and every small movement seemed to bring him agony.Unable to accept the sight before me, Pierce didn’t even look at me. Instead, he stared blankly out the window, watching the rain fall.My soaked clothes dripped steadily, forming a small puddle at my feet as I trembled and slowly stepped toward him.Tentatively, I reached out to take his hand, but he pul

I pushed aside all my work and stayed at the Donovan estate to take care of Pierce. I cooked his favorite dishes and stayed by his side, watching as the pallor of his face slowly gave way to a faint blush. He often smiled softly, gently caressing my cheek, and each day, his spirits lifted a little more. Under my care, the violent coughing that had plagued him for so long finally began to ease. The once dim and dreary bedroom now welcomed a bit of light.When his body was too weak to move, I would push his wheelchair around the house and garden, showing him the flowers I had recently planted. The warm breeze carried the scent of blooms, and as I tucked my windblown hair back, I leaned in to kiss him on the cheek.Pierce seemed flustered by the kiss, gripping the arms of the wheelchair so tightly his knuckles turned white. He reached for my hand, and I knelt beside him, carefully resting my head against his shoulder.Before us stretched a field of flowers swaying in the wind.It was th

My days with Pierce had grown sweeter, and everyone was eagerly waiting for his surgery and recovery. But just two days before the operation, something terrible happened.When I woke up that morning, the familiar warmth of his embrace and kiss was missing. I shot up, suddenly wide awake, and turned to find the bed beside me rumpled, but empty.Getting out of bed, I called out hesitantly, "Pierce?"A wave of dread washed over me, my heart pounding so hard it felt like it might burst from my chest.The house was eerily quiet, empty.Suddenly, my foot bumped into something.Panic gripped me.When I saw Pierce collapsed near the bathroom door, my heart plummeted.I quickly dialed the family doctor and frantically called Grace, who had gone out to buy groceries.Pierce was now lying in a hospital bed, and the doctor had pulled me out of the room. As the door to his room closed, I couldn’t hold it in any longer. I covered my face, sobbing, tears pouring uncontrollably through my fingers.Gr