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.

around, Florence

page. However, he didn’t turn the page immediately. Instead, he was waiting for Florence to turn the page of

similar content at the same

it. She just thought that the two books referenced each other, the content was quite similar, and Ernest was reading at a similar speed

unlocked door open from the outside.

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

words, Reynold walked in with

next to each other,

when

a long while, but he couldn’t help

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

what books are you reading now. Books here are all design-related but not business

was just a question, it also contained a tit-for-tat disclosure, which disclosed why Ernest had appeared

to the library and the mini-library, which

the result

sitting there elegantly, his knuckled fingers turning the page of his book. He looked noble

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

chair, he strode over and naturally sat down next

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

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

the book in her hands, “I’ve

if you

other book next to Florence casually, starting to

glance at Reynold with the corner

he read the books

hands and

Ernest’s, and he could be doomed easily if Ernest did something to him, he was still self-confident for some reason.

the book in his hands

turned colder, and the temperature in

down along her spine as if the temperature from the air conditioner was adjusted to below