Ernest's pupils contracted abruptly, and there was an extremely pained emotion in his gaze. He basically just subconsciously looked at Leah.
Leah awkwardly pulled her lips and laughed, "Gary, you're making things up. I'm not pessimistic."
Gary smiled but didn't reply.
He took Celeste's hand and just said, "We will be heading out first. Feel free to stay. Oh, where are your materials? You'd better send them to Sylvia today. Don't delay her revisions."
As soon as they left, Ernest walked to Leah's side and looked at her face.
He stared into Leah's eyes unblinkingly with a complicated expression.
"No, Gary was just joking. I don't think I'm very pessimistic." Leah spread out her hands and explained helplessly, "I really don't think I'm pessimistic. If you don't believe me, then forget it. I can't explain it any better anyway."
"I am not the one who drew the portrait in the English textbook," Ernest said.
Leah was stunned, feeling a little suspicious.
How was it possible that he was not the one who drew the portrait when it appeared in his textbook?
In the face of Leah's suspicion, Ernest explained again, "My friend who sat beside me drew it. He studied painting and he drew in great details."
"Oh." Leah laughed.
Since Ernest discovered that she was unhappy because of it, she didn't say anything.
He was so sharp that he even knew that she saw Celeste's portrait after reading his books.
Leah was secretly shocked. It seemed that even if she revealed the slightest bit of clues, Ernest would discover what was wrong with her.
Leah sighed. When she looked at Ernest again, she saw that he was staring at her with an exceptionally complicated look.
"Leah." He finally opened his mouth again, his voice sounding a little uneasy. "Are you feeling upset?"
Leah could no longer pretend after being discovered. She could only smile and nod. "A little."
Ernest finally understood.
It was just that he still felt distressed.
"By the way, why did your friend draw Celeste in your book?" Leah asked.
Ernest was a little embarrassed by that question.
His mouth parted as he wanted to say something, but then he stopped, not knowing how to say it.
Seeing him like that, Leah also instantly understood his feelings. "Oh, I understand. He actually found out that you like Celeste, so he drew a portrait of her to relieve your lovesickness, right?"
"No." Ernest immediately denied in a low voice. "There is no lovesickness."
"Then, is it admiration?" Leah changed the word. "In fact, that's what it is, right? I can understand it. I'm an author. Naturally, I understand what it was like."
That time, Ernest didn't deny it. He did admire Celeste a lot back then.
That was because he liked her and because his heart ached for her.
At that time, he only felt that Celeste was always alone, and it very uneasy for her. He felt very sorry for her.
However, he was really upset and bothered then to see Leah sad because of that.
"Leah, it's over. I didn't draw that portrait, but it does have something to do with me as it is in my book. I don't know how to explain it to you. I just hope you won't feel sad because of this," Ernest said slowly.
Leah nodded her head and was being very sincere. "I won't be sad. I just feel a little uncomfortable, but I know that it's the past. That thing is over. There's no way to change the past. If I still must make a fuss about it, I would be too emotional."
Ernest shook his head. "It's not that you're being emotional, it's just that I'm not good enough."
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