Chapter 237: Being Distant or Near
Timothy was afraid that Florence would go upstairs to fetch her luggage and move into Philus Hotel. He
immediately opened the rear door open for her and showed her the way respectfully.
“Ms. Fraser, please get in the car.”
Florence was still confused. Her mind was so messy as a tangled thread ball, and she couldn’t tell what
was going on exactly.
She still wondered what Ernest meant exactly.
Before she could figure it out, Reynold also said, “I’m going to Philus Hotel for checking out. I can drive
you there, Florence.”
When they were talking, the hotel usher drove Reynold’s car to the entrance.
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Looking at both cars in front of her, Florence was more puzzled. She felt like that she was forced to
make a decision as soon as possible.
And now, the problem was not that if she should move out or not, but whose car she should get in.
“Let’s go, Florence,” Reynold added gently.
Looking at Reynold and Timothy, Florence was thinking. She had drawn a clear distinction with Ernest,
so it would be better if she could cut ties with him as much as possible.
It also worked on Timothy.
Pressing her lips, Florence said, “Timothy, thank you. I can take Mr. Myron’s car.”
Reynold immediately smiled joyfully. He strode over and opened the door of the passenger seat,
inviting Florence to get in.
Florence lowered her head and walked towards Reynold.
Right then, Timothy suddenly stood in front of Florence.
He slightly cast a nce at a room upstairs of the hotel with a long face.
Then he whispered, “Ms. Fraser, no matter what happened, you are still Mr. Hawkins’ nominal fiancée
now. You should care about his dignity in public.”
That meant that when he and Reynold were offering a ride to her, Florence couldn’t ignore Timothy and
get into Reynold’s car in public.
If someone saw what happened, there could be a scandal soon.
In the past, Florence always cooperated with Ernest. But now, because of being so cooperative with
him, she felt that her rtionship with Ernest was more and more out of control, which led to the things
that had happenedst night.
She wanted to dodge.
However, in public, she personally still didn’t want to damage Ernest’s dignity.
After a hesitation, Florence said, “All right. I’ll take a taxi there. Mr. Myron and Timothy, please don’t
bother.”
Before they could speak, Florence walked straight to the roadside after finishing her words and hailed a
taxi.
Timothy looked at Florence in surprise, feeling so shocked.
He had never expected that Florence would rather take a taxi herself instead of taking Mr. Hawkins’
car. She obviously distanced herself from him.
Then he recalled Mr. Hawkins’ cold words on the phone just now. Timothy was panicked.
He realized that something important might have happened between Ms. Fraser and Mr. Hawkins.
It seemed that their rtionship had be worse than it wasst night.
Reynold watched Florence get in the taxi, feeling depressed.
He red at Timothy in anger. Then he walked back into the hotel. When bypassing Timothy, he
bumped Timothy’s shoulders as if he was venting his anger.
Timothy was bumped backward. Looking at Reynold, he felt an urge to beat him up.
He hadn’t got into a fight for such a long time, had he? Even such a weak designer had the balls toy
a finger on him.
Meanwhile, in the hotel, next to the French window of a room, a tall, strong, and elegant figure was
standing there. It was Ernest.
Through the window, he looked down at what had happened at the hotel entrance.
Gazing at the receding taxi deeply, his eyes became moreplicated.
For a long while, when the taxi disappeared from his sight, he finally drew back his gaze and turned
around.
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Florence moved into another suite. Although it was also a president suite, it was on a different floor
from Ernest’s suite. It wouldn’t be so easy for them to bump into each other in that case.
Besides, she deliberated hid from him. In the past few days, she seldom could meet Ernest face-to-
face.
She guessed that perhaps it was also because Ernest didn’t want to see her, either.
At the thought of the possibility, Florence pressed her lips, feeling bitter in her heart. However, the next
second, she tried to ignore it.
All she needed to do now was to work hard. Other things would be ended after they returned to City N.
“Florence, time for lunch.”
Reynold walked around the desk and to Florence.
Florence was still busy working. She raised her head and took a nce, only to find that other
coworkers had gone.
Gazing at her deeply, Reynold said, “It seems that you’re extremely hardworking these days.”
“Am I?” Florence said casually, starting to put away the work.
Reynold stood aside leisurely.
He said jokingly, “If not, how can you not know it’s time for lunch now?”
Reynold had been working with her a few days before this period. Back then, although she was still
serious about work, she couldn’t be so concentrated that she would forget the time.
However, in recent few days, it always happened to her. It seemed that she was trying to numb herself
out in this way.
Florence stiffed, a trace of embarrassment shing through her face.
She smiled and made ame excuse, “This subject is way too difficult.”
Reynold didn’t rat her out anymore. He just echoed, “It’s difficult indeed. How about this? After lunch,
let me take you to the documentation room. Let’s find some useful references for you.”
“Okay,” Florence agreed, nodding.
Through these days, Reynold had helped her a lot and she had used to it.
Walking out of the studio, Florence walked to the hotel restaurant with Reynold naturally.
There was a buffet in the restaurant, but the guests could also order dishes. There were different
dishes, both western and Chinese. Besides, thepany would fully cover their meal allowance.
The lunch break was a good time for the coworkers to rx. Most of their coworkers were there. They
always ordered their favorite and expensive dishes to enjoy.
However, Florence only chose to eat the buffet in recent days.
It was fast and convenient. She could leave as soon as she had finished eating.
She made the same decision today as well. After picking up a few dishes, she took her te to her
seat.
Reynold wasn’t picky at all. He also chose to eat buffet. With a few dishes of food on his te, he took
the tray to Florence''s table and sat down opposite her.
They worked together and they had lunch together, which Florence thought was normal. Hence, she
didn’t feel any ufortable, starting to enjoy her lunch.
Reynold also got her a bowl of soup deliberately. He pushed it to Florence.
“Have some soup, Florence.”
“Thanks, Mr. Myron.”
Florence smiled politely, continue eating.
Right then, there was a small uproar in the quiet restaurant.
Ernest, in an ink-ck suit and looking tall, strong, and elegant, walked into the restaurant elegantly.
When the employees saw him, they were surprised and joyful. They secretly discussed him, fully
attracted by him.
Ernest looked elegant and noble. Without looking around, he walked in step by step.
It seemed that he was walked in the direction where Florence was sitting.
Two women sitting next to Florence were discussing enviously.
“Gosh, Mr. Hawkins is walking towards us.”
“What are you dreaming of? Mr. Hawkins must be here for Florence. Florence is his fiancée.”
“Yeah. I’m just so envious. Is heing to have lunch with Florence together?”
“I guess so.”
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Upon hearing their discussion, Florence felt fluctuated in her heart.
Looking at Ernest who was approaching her step by step, Florence grabbed her chopsticks tightly, and
her mind was in a mess.