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 continued

as well. He could understand the content while scanning the page. However, he didn’t turn the page immediately. Instead,

they were almost reading similar content at the

referenced each other, the

later, someone pushed the unlocked door open from the

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

Reynold walked in with a chair in

sitting next to

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

had come out to find a chair. It took a long while, but he couldn’t help wondering

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

coincidence, Mr. Hawkins. I wonder what books are you reading now. Books here are all design-related

it was just a question, it also contained a

library

had thought, but the

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

had just thrown a punch on soft

raged. Holding his chair, he strode over and

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

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

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

ask me if you have any

up the other book next to Florence

at Reynold with

could he read the books that

to cut his hands and dig

and he could be doomed easily if Ernest did something to

book in his hands at Ernest, he displayed his

turned colder, and the

if the temperature from the air conditioner