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

He could understand the content while scanning the page. However, he didn’t turn the page immediately. Instead, he was waiting for

almost reading similar content at the same

course, Florence didn’t notice it. She just thought that the two books referenced each other, the content was quite similar, and Ernest was

later, someone pushed the unlocked door open from the outside.

other documentation room had been locked just now. I had to wait for the hotel staff to send me the key. So

Reynold walked in with a chair in his

he saw the two sitting next

posture when he was sitting next to Florence, Reynold felt

took a long while, but he couldn’t help

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

Mr. Hawkins. I wonder what books are

it also contained a tit-for-tat disclosure,

all the way to the library and the mini-library, which seemed to be

had thought, but the

knuckled fingers turning the page of his

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

was so raged. Holding his chair, he strode over and naturally sat

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

who had just ignored Reynold completely just now, creased his

the book in her hands, “I’ve found the books that I need.

me if you have

book next to

with the corner of his

books that were found by

his hands and dig his eyes

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

book in his

turned colder, and the temperature in

felt a chill send down along her spine as if the temperature from