My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Florence had to explain the point to Ernest based on the combined content from both books.

After finishing her words, she didn’t go back to read her book. Instead, she kept glancing at Ernest from time to time.

Hesitating, she asked, “Mr. Hawkins, I don’t think you’ve learned design before. Why do you suddenly have the interest to read design books today?”

Also, coincidentally, he got the book that she needed. However, the book that he was reading in front of the bookshelf was put on the desk.

Ernest looked down at Florence and kept a proper distance from her.

His eyes were deep and his voice was elegant and charming as the sound from the cello.

“What do you think?”

Florence’s heart skipped a beat.

Looking at his handsome face that was so close to her, her body’s reaction was quite honest -- she had the impulse to have a nosebleed.

His heart fluctuated violently. What did she think? The first answer in her mind was that he was reading those books for her.

Her heart almost jumped to her throat. Florence was shocked by the brave and blunt thought that appeared in her mind, blushing.

Seeing that her face was so red that even the skin behind her ears was reddened, Ernest pressed his lips. A light amusement flashed through his eyes.

Then he answered, “Skills will never be a burden. Since this time I’m on the business trip with the design team, I want to know more about it.”

It was an explanation as well as an answer instead of a retort.

Florence’s heart hammered. She had a complicated feeling. He said skills would never be a burden, which made her convinced. Of course, she couldn’t suspect or retort him.

He indeed had high emotional intelligence, awesome.

Florence wisely decided not to continue with this topic. No matter why Ernest suddenly wanted to learn something about design, it had nothing to do with her.

Florence

her, Ernest was reading as well. He could understand the content while scanning the page. However, he didn’t turn the page immediately. Instead, he was waiting for Florence to turn the page of her book, and

reading similar

didn’t notice it. She just thought that the two books referenced each other,

unlocked door open

keeping you wait, Flory. The door of the other documentation room had been locked just

walked in with a

he saw the two sitting next to each other, he was

posture when he was sitting next to Florence, Reynold

find a chair. It took a long

he looked at Ernest’s chair and recalled that the hotel staff was so inefficient when sending him the key, Reynold

said, “What a coincidence, Mr. Hawkins. I wonder what books are you reading now. Books here are all design-related but

a question, it also contained a tit-for-tat

the library and the mini-library, which

what Reynold had thought, but the result wasn’t the same as he had

knuckled fingers turning the page of his book. He

as if he had just thrown a punch on soft cotton, and he was

Holding his chair, he strode

because she distanced herself from Ernest a bit, now it seemed that Reynold

just ignored Reynold completely just now, creased his good-looking eyebrows

looked at Reynold, pointing at the book in her hands, “I’ve found the books that I need. They are quite

if

the other book next to

casting a glance at Reynold with the corner of his eyes,

he read the books that were found

cut his hands

-- although his identity and social status couldn’t compare to Ernest’s, and he could be doomed easily if Ernest did something to him, he was

even smiled playfully. Waving the book in his hands at Ernest, he displayed his

the temperature in the

send down along her spine as if the temperature from the air conditioner was adjusted to below zero. She felt