Chapter 242: The Provocation
Florence had to exin the point to Ernest based on thebined content from both books.
After finishing her words, she didn’t go back to read her book. Instead, she kept ncing at Ernest from
time to time.
Hesitating, she asked, “Mr. Hawkins, I don’t think you’ve learned design before. Why do you suddenly
have the interest to read design books today?”
Also, coincidentally, he got the book that she needed. However, the book that he was reading in front of
the bookshelf was put on the desk.
Ernest looked down at Florence and kept a proper distance from her.
His eyes were deep and his voice was elegant and charming as the sound from the cello.
“What do you think?”
Florence’s heart skipped a beat.
Looking at his handsome face that was so close to her, her body’s reaction was quite honest -- she had
the impulse to have a nosebleed.
His heart fluctuated violently. What did she think? The first answer in her mind was that he was reading
those books for her.
Her heart almost jumped to her throat. Florence was shocked by the brave and blunt thought that
appeared in her mind, blushing.
Seeing that her face was so red that even the skin behind her ears was reddened, Ernest pressed his
lips. A light amusement shed through his eyes.
Then he answered, “Skills will never be a burden. Since this time I’m on the business trip with the
design team, I want to know more about it.”
It was an exnation as well as an answer instead of a retort.
Florence’s heart hammered. She had aplicated feeling. He said skills would never be a burden,
which made her convinced. Of course, she couldn’t suspect or retort him.
He indeed had high emotional intelligence, awesome.
Florence wisely decided not to continue with this topic. No matter why Ernest suddenly wanted to learn
something about design, it had nothing to do with her.
Turning around, Florence continued to read.
Next to her, Ernest was reading as well. He could understand the content while scanning the page.
However, he didn’t turn the page immediately. Instead, he was waiting for Florence to turn the page of
her book, and then he would turn the page at the same time with her.
Hence, they were almost reading simr content at the same speed.
Of course, Florence didn’t notice it. She just thought that the two books referenced each other, the
content was quite simr, and Ernest was reading at a simr speed as hers.
A whileter, someone pushed the unlocked door open from the outside.
Before he walked in, Reynold said, “I’m sorry for keeping you wait, Flory. The door of the other
documentation room had been locked just now. I had to wait for the hotel staff to send me the key. So it
took me much longer.”
After finishing his words, Reynold walked in with a chair in his hands.
When he saw the two sitting next to each other, he was taken aback.
He gaped at Ernest and noticed his intimate posture when he was sitting next to Florence, Reynold felt
so upset.
He just hade out to find a chair. It took a long while, but he couldn’t help wondering when Ernest
hade in.
Then he looked at Ernest’s chair and recalled that the hotel staff was so inefficient when sending him
the key, Reynold was enlightened. It seemed that he was framed.
Gritting his teeth, he said, “What a coincidence, Mr. Hawkins. I wonder what books are you reading
now. Books here are all design-rted but not business books.”
Although it was just a question, it also contained a tit-for-tat disclosure, which disclosed why Ernest had
appeared here.
He chased Florence all the way to the library and the mini-library, which seemed to be immoral.
That was what Reynold had thought, but the result wasn’t the same as he had expected.
Ernest was still sitting there elegantly, his knuckled fingers turning the page of his book. He looked
noble and gracefully,pletely ignoring what Reynold had said.
Reynold felt as if he had just thrown a punch on soft cotton, and he was humiliated by being ignored.
He was so raged. Holding his chair, he strode over and naturally sat down next to Florence.
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He sat at a proper distance with Florence. However, because she distanced herself from Ernest a bit,
now it seemed that Reynold was closer to her.
Ernest, who had just ignored Reynoldpletely just now, creased his good-looking eyebrows slightly.
Florence turned around and looked at Reynold, pointing at the book in her hands, “I’ve found the books
that I need. They are quite good.”
“Okay. Just ask me if you have any questions.”
Reynold picked up the other book next to Florence casually, starting to read.
Ernest frowned again, casting a nce at Reynold with the corner of his eyes, which was arctic cold.
How could he read the books that were found by Florence?
Ernest wanted to cut his hands and dig his eyes out.
Reynold was quite bold -- although his identity and social status couldn’tpare to Ernest’s, and he
could be doomed easily if Ernest did something to him, he was still self-confident for some reason. He
kept provoking Ernest.
He even smiled yfully. Waving the book in his hands at Ernest, he disyed his strength to Ernest.
Ernest’s eyes turned colder, and the temperature in the mini-library dropped fast.
Florence suddenly felt a chill send down along her spine as if the temperature from the air conditioner
was adjusted to below zero. She felt chilly.
Looking up in confusion, she almost looked into Ernest’s eyes, and suddenly, Ernest calmed down his
cold gazes. He lowered his head and concentrated on the book as if he was care-free from anything
that happened next to him.
Then she looked at Reynold, who just opened the book. Meeting her eyes, he put on a warm and
gentle smile on his handsome mixed-raced face.
“Yes, Flory?”
His voice was as gentle as the spring breeze, easing the chill from her.
Florence shook her head, feeling confused. It seemed that the temperature in the room was back to
normal. She wondered if her feeling was wrong just now.
Probably it was because Ernest was next to her, and she was so nervous that she had an illusion.
Without thinking much, Florence lowered her head and continued to read. She nned to finish
reading as soon as possible so she could leave this room.
Since books in this mini-library were not allowed to be taken out, she could only read and study them
here.
However, Ernest was also in this room...
Fortunately, Reynold came back, so it would not be so embarrassing since there were three of them.
What Florence hadn’t expected was that although it was not embarrassing anymore, some sparks
urred between the two men and their fight had been upgraded.
While reading, Florence found another difficulty. She looked up and subconsciously looked over at the
book in Ernest’s book.
Right then, Reynold acted quickly and said, “Try to understand it from a different point of view. You’ll
find the difference from the sideway.”
Florence’s eyes suddenly lit up when she heard his words as if she was enlightened. Instantly, she
almost could understand most of the difficulty that bothered her just now.
Immediately, she looked over at Reynold and pushed her book to him, starting to discuss it with him.
“And then?”
Seeing that Florence approached him actively, Reynold curled up his lips incence, casting a
provoking nce at Ernest in secret.
Since he has been working with Florence for several days, he had already known the habit when
Florence was reading. When she looked up, it must be that she couldn’t understand the key point.
He had been focusing on the content that Florence was reading, so he could quickly exin it to her.
He was indeed her supportive mentor as well as her helpful friend.