Chapter 162: Let It Be, He Will Still Pamper Her


    Florence was ustomed to it that Ernest would take care of her and treated her well in every aspect.


    But she was a bit diposed. She could console herself that he treats her especially well because


    she was recovering from the wounds.


    It was not a big deal.


    Most of the time, Ernest would stay together with Florence every day to take care of her and


    apany her. But as he still had some work to attend to, he would squeeze out some time every day


    and work in the study.


    Florence became more flustered when found out that she would have a tough time every time when


    Ernest was busy with his work and that she would subconsciously wait for him until hee back.


    She actually formed such a habit after getting along with him and became independent on him. But this


    made her feel diposed.


    If this kept going on, would she get ustomed to him and couldn’t leave him any longer?


    When Florence was lost in her random thoughts, the door was opened from outside with a clicking


    sound.


    Florence became nervous.


    Was Ernest back?


    Florence felt like her heart had flied to the door, but she was in a dilemma, not knowing whether she


    shoulde to the door to wee him. She lowered her head, pretending that she was ying with


    her phone. She didn’t even cast a nce towards the door.


    Then, she heard some footsteps. It sounded like someone was walking towards her.


    One step…


    Two steps…


    Three steps…


    The person stopped by her bedside.


    Florence’s heartbeat became quicker. She secretly looked up towards the bedside, only to see a pair of


    fair and tender calves.


    It was not Ernest?


    Florence abruptly looked up and unexpected, she saw Charlotte.


    Charlotte gazed at Florence in confusion, “Sis, what’s wrong with you?”


    “No… Nothing.”


    Florence hurriedly replied. She didn’t dare to look at Charlotte and she was utterly confused.


    Why did she think that it was Ernest? Or could it be that she was anticipating about Ernest’s backing?


    She felt distraught when thinking of this.


    Not daring to think over it any longer, Florence hastily changed the topic and asked, “Charlotte, why are


    you here?”


    “Ernest has been taking care of you during these two days, even leaving no chance for us to have a


    conversation.”


    Charlotte looked at Florence worriedly, “Sis, how do you feel now? You had no chance to tell us the


    truth before, right? Ernest is taking care of you so carefully and thoughtfully, is it because you’re


    seriously injured?”


    Ernest had taken care of her so carefully to the extent as if Florence was seriously wounded, exactly,


    as if she was having an incurable disease.


    Florence felt a bit speechless, yet she also felt sweet at the same time.


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    She shook her head, “Nope, I feel quite good. And my wounds will probably be healed several days


    later.”


    “Oh, great.”


    Charlotte nodded her head, but she still knitted her brows, “Ernest looks tired after taking care of you


    for several consecutive days and he didn’t have time to attend to his own business. Every time he


    rushed to the study and he was so busy that he seldom drink water.”


    Florence was surprised and stunned. It was true that Ernest didn’t work in the study for too long every


    day.


    She originally thought that it was because he had little work to attend to plus that he was effective, but


    she hadn’t expected that he was in such a rush and had made use of every minute.


    She was not a seriously injured patient. Moreover, every time when he finished his work, he came to


    her bedroom and simply sat by her side to apany her.


    Why was he in a rush?


    Florence’s mind was upied by this matter. There was an obvious reason for this, but she didn’t dare


    to admit it easily.


    Charlotte hesitated for a while and then suddenly grabbed Florence’s hand, “Sis, it’s inconvenient for


    you to take care of Ernest now. Can you tell me when Ernest will go to the study, which kind of


    beverage does he like and which kind of dessert does he like? I can send these things to him on behalf


    of you.”


    If someone sent food and beverage to him, Ernest would eat them, more or less.


    Florence was concerned about Ernest and didn’t think over Charlotte’s words. She then nodded in


    agreement, “Listen, Ernest is picky. His coffees should…”


    Florence told Charlotte about Ernest’s preference for the afternoon tea ording to her experience


    before.


    Charlotte listened carefully and remembered every point.


    But she became a bit confused because Ernest’s preference was as the same as Florence’s. Why?


    Hesitating for a while, she asked, “Sis, are you remember them wrongly? These are what you like.”


    Florence felt a bit embarrassed, “He likes these.”


    But she didn’t tell Charlotte that Ernest would ask her to choose everything before and that he would


    like everything she liked.


    This was the reason why Ernest’s preference for foods was simr to hers, no matter it be cuisine or


    dessert.


    “Well.” Although Charlotte was still a bit confused, but she didn’t say anything else as Florence looked


    quite sure about it.


    “Then I will go and send some dessert to Ernest.” Charlotte hurriedly walked out of the bedroom after


    finishing the words.


    She had been waiting for an opportunity to get along with Ernest alone and this opportunity finally


    came.


    It seemed like Florence would have to stay on the bed for several days. If she could send dessert to


    Ernest in the ce of Florence during this period of time, she would many chances to emphasize her


    sense of presence in front of Ernest. And he would get ustomed to her after a long period of time.


    She would imperceptibly be more and more important to Ernest.


    In a good mood, Charlotte carefully prepared a cup of coffee and some desserts and then went to the


    study with a delightful look.


    The moment she walked into the study, she was greeted with Ernest’s unpleasant gaze.


    His gaze was cold, implying her that she should leave the study.


    But Charlotte was unwilling to leave without doing anything. She braced herself and said under


    Ernest’s cold gaze, “Ernest, my sister asked me to send you some dessert.”


    When hearing the word ‘sister’, the coldness in Ernest’s eyes gradually dispersed.


    And the ambience of the room became less oppressive.


    Charlotte heaved a sigh of relief because this meant that she could continue to send dessert to Ernest.


    However, a gush of overwhelming jealousy also rose in her heart.


    She came to send dessert to Ernest, but he implied her to leave the moment when he saw her.


    Nevertheless, when she said she was here on behalf of her sister, Ernest epted it delightedly.


    What was good was about Florence that Ernest, who was so outstanding and superior, would treat her


    so well?


    “Ernest, this is the chocte cake that you like the best. Have a try.”


    Charlotte put the coffee and dessert on the desk and then stood beside it while looking at Ernest with


    her eyes full of anticipation.


    But Ernest still didn’t spare a nce at her. He said in an indifferent voice, “You can go out.”


    Charlotte froze.


    She was so happy that she could send desserts to him, but Ernest only gave her a nce at the


    beginning and there was dissatisfaction in his eyes.


    This was totally different from what she had imagined.


    Charlotte clenched her fists and then said in a soft voice, “Florence said staying on the bed all day long


    is so boring and that there’re many books in your study. She asked me to select some books for her.”


    “What kinds of book does she like?” Ernest asked in a natural manner.


    Charlotte felt jealousy again, “She didn’t tell me about this and simply asked me to pick up some books


    for her. Can I choose books here? I want to find some books that Florence would like to read.”


    As Ernest had never seen Florence reading books before, he had no idea about which kinds of books


    she would like.


    Therefore, he could only nod his head.


    Charlotte felt delighted. She immediately said with a smile, “Thank you, Ernest.”


    Her delightful tone sounded like Ernest had just agreed to let her choose books for herself.


    Ernest slightly wrinkled his brows. The books in his study were all his private collectors and he wouldn’t


    allow others to read them.


    Naturally he wouldn’t allow Charlotte to read them.


    But Charlotte was here to pick up books for Florence. He pressed his lips into a line.


    All right, let it be…