After a moment of silence, Ernest said perfunctorily, “I have my own way to deal with this.”

Sensing Ernest had no intention to open up to her, Florence gloomily drank up the wine in her glass in one gulp.

She then looked at Ernest with an uneasy gaze, “Then how long will it be until we can call it off?”

Ernest frowned. Her eager attitude ignited a flame of frustration in his heart.

He didn’t reply and continued to sip his wine with a gloomy face.

There was another awkward silence in the room at the moment.

The corner of Florence’s lips twitched. Why was it so tiring for her to talk with Ernest?

He kept evading her questions.

She started to lose patience and said in a dim voice, “I just wanted to know a rough timing or a plan, so I know what’s going to happen. Or else I’ll always feel awkward around Gemma.”

She was now like a half-assed third wheel, a super awkward role to be in.

Ernest twitched his brow, “What about her?”

Florence stared at him. Was he trying to act dumb with her?

Well, she was just an outsider after all.

Soothing her emotions, Florence said casually, “I can see what’s going on between you and Gemma.” After a short pause, she added, “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone about it.”

Ernest stared back at her with mixed feelings.

What could possibly go on between him and Gemma? Yet she said it with such steadfastness.

He pursed his lips and leaned towards Florence.

In a low and ambiguous voice, he said, “Are you jealous?”

She stunned and couldn’t help but blush looking at the man who approached her.

hurriedly moved backwards, “Mr. Hawkins, you’re

continued to approach her with his stout figure and pinched

Florence. It’s okay to feel

like some form of suggestion,

heartbeat escalated involuntarily. She blushed

flirting

had Gemma, and they were having

How shameless.

now a playboy who just

him a long gaze. Then she

up straight in the sofa, puzzled

was wrong with

find out how and when Ernest was going

could do now was to put this aside for the moment and focus on

everything was in place and the time had come, she would soon be on

day would

Florence submitted her latest

the president’s office, she noticed the office door

the door and was about to knock the door courteously when she

with her back towards the door. They were standing face to face and Ernest was lowering his head, which made it look like

taken aback. Did she

going to do this kind of stuff,”

“Stop.”

lifted his head and was staring

did you run away?

Her gaze was

ran into them while they were having intimacy. Why did he

it the wrong way, Ernest said

dangerous as he lowered his

ran down her spine. She felt helpless

walked in with a long

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