Chapter 280: She Liked Him Truly


    On the other end of the line, the man’s voice fluctuated a bit, but he still maintained a calm and cold


    tone, “Make it clear.”


    “I gathered with Anthony and others in the bar. When we first came in, we...”


    “Straight to the point,” Ernest interrupted Harold’s nonsense impatiently.


    Harold was choked a bit, curling his lips. Although Ernest’s voice sounded still so calm, his anxiety was


    shown in his words.


    Harold guessed that Ernest must be quite anxious now.


    It was rare that Ernest became so anxious, Harold wanted to keep him in suspense. However, after the


    second thought, he didn’t have the guts. After all, Ernest was too powerful and petty, and Harold didn’t


    think he could afford to offend Ernest.


    He could only answer honestly, “I saw Phoebe chatting with Florence on WeChat. Florence said she


    seemed to have a crush on a man, so she wanted to find a way to confirm.”


    From the other end, although the man’s voice sounded somewhat stiff, he asked pretty quickly, “What’s


    the result?”


    “Phoebe sent her a romance quiz, but Florence hasn’t replied the result yet, so I didn’t see it.”


    “Whom did she want to test?”


    Hearing the man’s voice that was pretended to be calm but with nervousness and eagerness, Harold


    suddenly felt coward.


    He answered in a low voice, “I don’t know.”


    Nothing replied to him from the other end.


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    A cold silence passed through the phone.


    Harold felt as if he had received the cold air emanated from Ernest. He felt chill from his soles.


    In a hurry, he added, “Although I’m not sure yet, the man Florence likes must be you. Are you with her


    in Riverside City now?”


    Upon hearing it, Ernest wasn’tforted at all.


    The man who was with her in Riverside City could be Reynold as well.


    “If you got anything new, just inform me.”


    After finishing his words, Ernest hung up the phone.


    He stared out of the window in depression. His peaceful and calm heart was fluctuated violently by this


    phone call.


    Florence had a crush on someone. Whom did she have a crush on?


    Was it him?


    Or was it Reynold?


    Ernest had always been self-confident. However, at this moment, he wasn’t so confident. He was even


    nervous. He couldn’t analyze logically with his reason and find out who had the highest possibility to


    make Florence have a crush on.


    Probably, the most direct way was to get the answer from her.


    Since she had a crush on someone, she must know the person who she liked.


    However, if he needed to ask her directly, Ernest, who was always brave, stiffed motionlessly.


    He was standing next to the French window, looking down the dazzling lights of the city, feeling


    flustered.


    Florence was doing the quiz. She didn’t know what had happened ever since.


    With her cell phone in her hands, she finished thest question.


    Then she submitted her answer and checked the result.


    “83 Points.


    “Congrattions! You’ve fallen in love with him/her deeply. He has an important position in your heart.


    You want to be with him and marry him.


    “However, you still have a lot of concerns. You are hesitant and even want to give up our love. In your


    opinion, he/she is the person who you can’t afford to love.”


    Florence didn’t expect that she could get such a high score. And the exnationter also described


    her current thoughts urately.


    The things that she refused to admit were directly concluded by the result.


    Indeed, she had a crush on Ernest.


    Unconsciously, she gradually liked him deeper and deeper.


    Staring at her cell phone screen, Florence could only feel her heart beat faster and faster. Ernest’s face


    shed through her mind.


    She asked herself if she could afford to love him.


    ...


    It was getting brighter and brighter outside the window.


    In the president suite, Ernest was standing upright next to the French Window. The light of the dawn fell


    on his handsome face through the window.


    Although his appearance could take other’s breath away, there were light dark circles under his eyes.


    He hadn’t slept the whole night.


    Ernest couldn’t tell if he was joyful, nervous, eager, or flustered. At the thought that Florence might like


    someone, his heart jumped into his throat.


    He wanted to know the answer so eagerly but seemingly he didn’t dare to confirm the answer.


    Florence was the only woman that he had a crush on all his life. He doted her, chased after her for a


    long time, and wanted to be with her.


    He had been waiting for her for so long. He had been waiting for the day, which was today, and he had


    been waiting for the answer as well.


    He waited for her to like him.


    Now it seemed that everything prepared and prelude had worked, and it was harvest time already. He


    would get his answer confirmed to see if that was the answer he expected.


    If so, their rtionship would upgradepletely and move a big step forward.


    Then he could love her unrestrainedly and marry her.


    Probably he should go to her and confirm his answer now.


    After making up his mind, Ernest, a man of his words, turned around and walked out of his room.


    When he reached the door, before pulling the door open, he suddenly paused.


    He hadn’t slept for a whole night. He didn’t take a shower, and nor did he change his clothes.


    Although he was always confident with his appearance, he still wanted to show up in front of her


    perfectly on such an important day today.


    Pressing his lips into a smile, Ernest turned around and walked to the bathroom.


    He also called Timothy on the way, “Sent me a formal suit.”


    On the other of the phone, Timothy, who just woke up, was confused.


    A formal suit? Wasn’t the suit Mr. Hawkins usually wore not formal enough?


    Timothy checked his cell phone again and ensured it was Ernest’s phone call. He was not dreaming.


    “Knock. Knock. Knock.”


    In the early morning, Florence heard there were knocks on her door.


    She hadn’t woken up yet. Opening her eyes dizzily, she looked over at the door in confusion.


    She wondered who woulde to her room so early.


    Usually, nobody woulde to her room except Ernest, who always came over.


    Was it Ernest?


    At the thought of the possibility, Florence immediately sobered up. She sat up on the bed.


    The quiz result that she gotst night popped back into her mind instantly. She had a crush on him and


    he had fully upied her heart.


    She hadn’t digested the result yet, so she didn’t know how to face him. How could hee to her


    now?


    Florence panicked.


    “Knock. Knock. Knock.”


    The knocks sounded again.


    Florence felt more flustered. Immediately, she answered, “I’ll be right there. Please wait a minute.”


    She hopped off the bed in a hurry, rushed to the bathroom to tidy herself up, and put on her clothes as


    fast as she could.


    Five minutester, Florence ran to the door. Grabbing the doorknob, she gasped.


    Then she opened the door.


    Feeling a bit nervous, she said, “Mr. Hawkins, why did youe here so early...”


    Before she could finish her words, Florence saw the man’s look clearly. Then she swallowed back the


    rest of her words.


    It wasn’t Ernest by Reynold at her door.


    Upon hearing her words, Reynold felt quite surprised. However, he quickly put on a smile on his


    handsome mixed-raced face.


    “Good morning, Flory. It’s me.”