Ernest continued to focus on his work. He looked indifferent and aloof at the moment, as if Charlotte was not in the room.
But Charlotte didn’t like to be neglected. She had put in great efforts and finally managed to stay here, so she would not waste this opportunity.
Therefore, after selecting books for a while, she picked a book about economic research and walked to Ernest with the book in her hands.
“Ernest, what’s this? It looks like its contents are rich.”
Charlotte looked like she was ready to listen to Ernest’s explanation. Generally, people would explain it to her.
But Ernest simply replied coldly, “It’s not suitable for Florence. Change it.”
Charlotte was choked. She had maneuvered the conversation in her mind before and had prepared how to continue the topic, but now she couldn’t utter a syllable.
Why Ernest was so unromantic?
Charlotte felt annoyed, but she didn’t dare to continue to bother Ernest, so she could only walked back to the shelf and selected other books.
This time, she picked an English story book.
She walked to Ernest with the book delightfully, “Ernest, I read this book before and the stories are so interesting. Florence will definitely like it. But she’s not good in English. Do you have a Chinese edition?”
Ernest finally looked up. But he simply glanced over the book.
He then picked up his phone from the desk and made a phone call, “Timothy, send me a Chinese edition of the book ‘Invocation’. Yeah, it’s for Florence.”
He hung up the phone and then continued to focus on his work.
Charlotte stood there awkwardly with the book at her hand and her face turned red and pale alternatively.
She had exerted great efforts to seduce Ernest, but he totally ignored her.
He was just a person to select books for Florence in his eyes.
After a short while, when perceiving that Charlotte was still standing there, Ernest looked up and said impatiently, “Aren’t you going to leave?”
Apparently he was asking her to leave.
Charlotte felt more uncomfortable. She gritted her teeth and said with a thoughtful and gentle look, “Let me stay in the study. It’s convenient for you to call me if you have any needs.”
“No need.”
Ernest refused her without hesitation, his tone turning cold, “The one who needs to be taken care of is Florence.”
“Florence is sleeping now. She doesn’t need me.”
Charlotte, who tried to change Ernest’s mind, suddenly paused. Her words were stuck in her throat.
Ernest shot a glance at her, but his gaze was so indifferent and thrilling. It was so sharp that it seemed like he had seen through her mind and known her tricks.
Charlotte stepped backward with guilty, her heart thumping wildly as if it was about to jump out of her chest.
“Then… Then I will go out.”
Not daring to stay in the study any longer, Charlotte hurriedly left the room.
The man’s cold aura made her feel nervous.
She slightly heaved a sigh of relief after walking out of the study and closing the door.
She had been yearning for this man and wished so much that she could be favored by him, no matter which means she had to apply. Nevertheless, he was so noble that she even felt afraid of him. He was a man that she couldn’t control.
Every time when she tried to approach him, she had to be careful.
…
In the master bedroom…
Sitting on the bed, Florence played with her phone with boredom. Ernest was still working now and she was so boring and free.
“Click.”
With a clicking sound, the door was opened.
Ernest walked into the room and casually closed the door. He then strode to the bedside.
He stood by the bedside and studied her from above. His sharp gaze cruised from her face, to her neck, and then her collarbone…
When Florence was wondering why Ernest came to her bedroom at this point of time, she felt unease under his gaze.
She pulled up the quilt to cover her body that was below the neck and asked, “What’s wrong?”
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