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

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 would turn the page

reading similar content at the same

books referenced each other, the content was quite similar, and Ernest was reading at a similar speed as

unlocked door open from the outside.

door of the other documentation room had been locked just now. I had to wait for the

words, Reynold walked in with a chair in

saw the two sitting next

at Ernest and noticed his intimate posture when he was sitting next to Florence, Reynold felt so

a chair. It took a long while, but he

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

what books are you

it also contained a tit-for-tat

way to the library and the

thought, but the result wasn’t the same as he

was still sitting there elegantly, his knuckled fingers turning the page of his book. He looked noble and gracefully, completely

felt as if he had just thrown a punch on soft

strode over and

sat at a proper distance with Florence. However, because she distanced herself from Ernest a bit,

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

at the book in her hands, “I’ve

ask me if you

other book next to Florence casually, starting

Reynold with the corner of his eyes,

books

to cut his hands and dig his

couldn’t compare to Ernest’s, and he could be doomed easily if Ernest did something

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

turned colder, and the temperature

the temperature from the air conditioner was adjusted to