Chapter 244: Reject? No Way
Timothy showed up from nowhere.
Standing behind Ernest, he gingerly suggested, “Mr. Hawkins, shall we go for dinner in the restaurant
of the hotel as well?”
He guessed that they could share the table with Florence.
Ernest emanated a colder aura. Pressing his thin lips, he didn’t answer but his implication was quite
obvious.
He wouldn’t go.
Timothy wiped off the cold sweat that oozed on his forehead in fear, and he felt so worried.
Mr. Hawkins deliberately scheduled a whole afternoon toe here and apany Florence to read
because he wanted to make up for their rtionship. It seemed it had worked. Timothy wondered why
Ernest wouldn’t continue the triumphant pursuit.
After reading the books together, if he had dinner with her together as well, they would be satisfied both
physically and mentally. Then it would be easy for them to reconcile.
Timothy couldn’t help being curious. He was also afraid that Mr. Hawkins took the wrong step based on
his temper. He bit the bullet and added under the cold aura emanated by Ernest, “Mr. Hawkins, have
you given up on making up to Ms. Fraser?”
Giving up?
Ernest’s sexy thin lips were pressed into a disdainful arc. This phrase never existed in his dictionary.
It was more impossible for him to give up on Florence.
He stood up and straightened his suit jacket. “Don’t rush. Take it easy.”
If he sought quick sess and instant benefits, she would be scared away.
In that case, he would slow down and take it easy, although he wished that he could skin Reynold alive,
roll him into a ball, and kick him away from Florence.
“Send all the books we were reading just now to my room,” said Ernest.
Then he strode out of the room elegantly.
He had a determined look of the certainty to win on his handsome face.
After dinner, Florence originally nned to go back to the mini-library and continue to read. However,
when she arrived there, she found the door of the mini-library was locked.
It wasn’t until then did she know that all materials in the mini-library were quite valuable and the open
time was limited. There was no service at night.
She had to go back to her suite in disappointment.
She came to Riverside City for business and study, so she was not too busy or idle. At least, she could
have a rest tonight.
After taking a shower and doing a facial mask, Florence was lying on the bed. She was about to watch
a movie but heard a knock on her door.
She wondered who woulde to her at this time.
Since her identity was unique, her coworkers treated her respectfully, so naturally, they were not
friends. The persons that she contacted the most were Reynold and Erica.
It would be possible that they were at her door, and probably they would like to talk about business with
her, which couldn’t be dyed.
At the thought of it, Florence stood up immediately and buttoned up all the buttons on her pajamas.
Then she opened the door with the facial mask on her face.
When she opened the door and saw the person standing there, Florence was in a daze.
She was so shocked that she was standing there dully.
How could it be Ernest?
Seeing her in pajamas and wearing a facial mask, Ernest was also taken aback slightly.
Although he had shared his bed with Florence a lot of times, she was always restrained in his
presence. Every time she was wrapped tightly when sleeping.
He had never seen how she looked like with the facial mask before.
The ck mast had covered her whole face, and he could only see her big eyes and cherry-like lips.
She looked quite adorable.
Since Ernest kept gazing at her, Florence suddenly realized something.
She was still wearing a facial mask.
How could she meet someone in this way? It would be alright if it were someone else, but he was
Ernest.
She never wanted to show him such a messy side of her.
Almost subconsciously, she pulled the door all of a sudden and was about to close it. Ernest, however,
acted faster than she could. He stepped in, reached out his hand, and pressed the door open.
He was far stronger than her. No matter how much strength that Florence used, the door didn’t move a
bit again.
Florence was almost upset to death.
She felt embarrassed with the ck mask on her face.
Lowering her head, she asked anxiously, “What are you doing?”
“I have something to tell you.”
Although Ernest’s tone sounded serious, he kept looking down at her face. Seeing how embarrassed
she was, he curled up his lips into a teasing smile.
“Could you please wait for a moment? I... I need to wash my face.”
Florence still wanted to push Ernest out of her room, but he didn’t want her to seed. Lifting his long
legs, he swayed into her room openly.
Putting down the paper box in his hands on the desk, he naturally went to the bar counter. Then he
fetched a goblet and a bottle of wine, opened the cork, and poured himself a ss of wine.
He acted in one go, so leisurely as if he were in his own room.
He said, “Please go ahead. I’ll wait for you.”
Florence was speechless. She wanted him to wait outside.
ring at him in depression, she disdained what he had done. This was her room, but how could he
behave as if it was his?
As if he had noticed her hateful re, Ernest took a sip of the wine, turned to look at her, and smiled
faintly.
“Have you changed your mind? Do you want to talk with me like this?”
Like this? What did he mean? With the ck mask on her face?
Florence suddenly blushed again, feeling her cheeks burning. In a hurry, she turned around and trotted
into the bathroom.
Looking at Florence’s receding figure, Ernest curled up his lips a bit and took another sip of the wine
happily.
It was far easier for him to get into her room than he had imagined.
Florence quickly washed the ck facial mask off and tidied herself... She suddenly paused, wondering
why on earth she would carefully tidy herself up in Ernest’s presence. Upon realizing it, she almost
went nuts.
Florence scratched her hair, feeling that the original beautiful and cozy night had be chaotic under
Ernest’s sudden visit.
She must drive him away as soon as possible.
Calming herself down, Florence walked out of the bathroom, only to find that Ernest was sitting on the
sofa with his legs crossed. He looked noble, as elegant as a princeing out of an oil painting.
He was too attractive that Florence almost lost her mind again.
After being in a daze slightly, Florence came back to her senses quickly. She walked to the sofa and
stood there.
From afar, she looked at Ernest and asked, “Mr. Hawkins, what can I do for you?”
She went straight to the point.
Ernest looked at her, reaching out to hand her another ss of wine.
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“Take a seat, please.”
Did he mean to talk while drinking wine after sitting down? She wondered if he nned to have a long
talk with her until the second half of the night.
Florence stood motionlessly with a polite denial on her face. “I’m sorry but I don’t drink at night.”
“Really? A new habit?”
Ernest had an implicating smile on his face.
His stare made Florence feel a sense of guilt. She indeed had made an excuse casually.
She looked away and took the chance to change the subject. “Mr. Hawkins, what can I do for you?”
She implied that he should stop talking nonsense and wasting her time.
He put down the goblet and pointed at the paper bag in front of him.
“It’s for you.”
For her? What was it?
Florence looked over at that paper bag in confusion. However, no matter what was inside, she had
decided to draw a clear distinction with Ernest, she should reject it.
“I’m afraid I can’t...”
“I just happened to deliver it to you by the way,” Ernest interrupted her words indifferently.
Upon hearing his words, Florence couldn’t reject him anymore.