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 her, 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 would

they were almost reading similar content

She just thought that the two books referenced each other,

someone pushed the unlocked door open from

Flory. The door of the other documentation room had been locked just

words, Reynold walked in with a chair

saw the two sitting next to each other,

intimate posture when

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

so inefficient when sending him the key, Reynold was enlightened. It seemed that he

books are you reading now. Books

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

the way to the library and the

but the

elegantly, his knuckled fingers turning the page of his book. He looked noble and gracefully, completely ignoring

he had just thrown a punch on soft cotton, and he was humiliated

raged. Holding his chair, he strode over

she distanced herself from Ernest a bit, now it seemed that Reynold was closer

ignored Reynold completely just now, creased his

and looked at Reynold, pointing at the book in her hands, “I’ve found the books that I

me if

up the other book next to Florence casually, starting

Reynold with the corner of his eyes, which

read the books that

to cut his hands and dig

social status couldn’t compare to Ernest’s, and he could be doomed easily if Ernest did something to him, he was still

Waving the book in his hands at Ernest,

eyes turned colder, and the temperature

down along her spine as if the