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 continued to

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 then he

they were almost reading similar

She just thought that the two books referenced each other, the content was quite similar, and Ernest was

pushed the unlocked door open from the

“I’m sorry for keeping you wait, Flory. The door of the other documentation room had been locked just now. I had to wait for the hotel staff to

finishing his words, Reynold walked in with a chair

he saw the two sitting next to each

posture when he was sitting next

find a chair. It took a long while, but he

Ernest’s chair and recalled that the hotel staff was so inefficient when sending him

books are you reading now.

a tit-for-tat disclosure, which disclosed why Ernest had

chased Florence all the way to the library and the

thought, but the result wasn’t

turning the page of his book. He looked noble and gracefully,

as if he had just thrown a punch on

so raged. Holding his chair, he strode over

at a proper distance with Florence. However, because she distanced herself from Ernest a bit, now it seemed that Reynold was

completely just now,

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

Just ask me if

other book next to Florence

frowned again, casting a glance at Reynold with the

he read the books that were

his hands and dig

his identity and social status couldn’t compare to Ernest’s, and he could be doomed

even smiled playfully. Waving the book in his

the temperature in the mini-library dropped

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