Chapter 16: To Enjoy the Meal Or Their PDA?
Florence inexplicitly felt that the ambience between the two men was a bit weird, but as she couldn’t
figure it out, she chose to concentrate on her meal.
Dozens kinds of dishes with perfectbination of color, aroma and taste were perched on top of the
table, most of which were light dishes while some of which had chili in it.
Florence had been fond of spicy food since her childhood, so naturally, she reached her chopsticks
towards spicy dishes.
But just as she had picked up the food, the other pair of chopsticks also sped the food.
She lifted her head and noticed it was Ernest’s chopsticks.
What a coincidence! Florence felt a bit awkward.
Harold, who was about to enjoy the meal, noticed the entangled chopsticks the moment he looked up,
his face instantly turning gloomy.
Was he enjoying the meal or their PDA?
Florence felt a bit embarrassed and hurriedly loosened the sp on the food and then turned to pick up
the food in the other te.
But just as she had sped the food, she found Ernest sping the same piece of meat with his
chopsticks.
If this only happened once, she could call it a coincidence. But since this had happened twice, she was
not sure about it.
She looked at Ernest in confusion and found him also looking at him in an overbearing manner.
He said in a stiff tone, “You can’t eat spicy food.”
Why? She had been eating spicy food since childhood.
Florence was stunned for a while. Then she recalled that she had a feverst night. Although she didn’t
feel ufortable now, generally speaking people should have a recuperation period of several days
after getting sick.
Was he caring about her health condition?
A touch of uneasiness shed across Ernest’s handsome face. He withdrew his chopsticks, casually
picked up the food from a light dish, and continued to enjoy the meal in an elegant manner.
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Although Ernest had shifted his gaze away from her, Flores’ felt her heartbeat quickening.
After the meal, Florence and Ernest walked out of the restaurant.
A weird feeling crept up onto Florence when she was looking at his tall and straight back.
She took several steps forward and broke the silence, “I still have to go to work. I will leave first.”
“Let me send you there.” Ernest said ndly and walked towards outside.
Florence declined unconsciously, “No need to trouble you.”
“Florence, I need to go to work to.” Ernest reminded her.
Florence was rendered speechless all of a sudden as she finally recalled that he had be the new
president of herpany and therefore they were working in the same ce.
The reason why he wanted to give a ride was that he was going to head on the same way.
After getting into the car, Florence leaned her head on the car door and looked out of the window
silently, trying to reduce her sense of presence as much as possible.
Ernest cast a nce at her and a touch ofplicated emotion shed across his eyes.
He then took out hisptop and began to handle some business affairs.
The car was prevailed by silence as none of them spoke.
When they were about to arrive at thepany, Flores turned her head to look at Ernest and said, “I
will get off the car here.”
Ernest threw a nce out of the window. This ce was nowhere near thepany and was a bit
remote as there were few passengers road.
She chose to get off the car here because she didn’t want to have any rtionship with him.
Ernest fixated his gaze on Florence and remained quiet with his lips curled into a straight line and a
trace of unpleasantness shing across his face.
Flores felt a bit guilt-ridden and thought maybe it was because her action had disgraced him as he was
ustomed to be superior and ttered by others.
She exined in a hurry, “I used to buy the soybean milk made by that breakfast store every morning
on my way to thepany. I will get off the car here, and therefore I can buy the soybean milk on the
way to thepany.”
This ce was only two or three hundred meters away from the breakfast store and she could choose
to get off the car in front of the store.
Nevertheless, there were many people in front of the store, most of which were her colleagues.
Knowing that this was just Florence’s excuse, a dim light shed across Ernest’s eyes, but he didn’t
expose her lie.
He gave an order, “Timothy, open the door.”
Florence heaved a sigh of relief and hurriedly got off the car.
When thinking of the favors he offeredst night and this morning, Florence turned around, wanting to
express her gratitude towards Ernest, “Mr. Hawkins, thank…”
Just as she uttered several words, she found that the rear window of the car was wound up
relentlessly. From the half-closed window, she could roughly see his cold profile. Yet he didn’t even give
a nce at her.
He was so noble and aloof.
Florence was a bit stunned. She didn’t say anything and watched the car heading towards the
distance.