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

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 at the

similar

that the two books referenced each other, the content was quite similar, and Ernest was reading at a similar

the unlocked door open

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

finishing his words, Reynold walked in with a chair in

the two sitting next to each other, he was

posture when

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

so inefficient when

his teeth, he said, “What a coincidence, Mr. Hawkins. I wonder what books are

question, it also contained a tit-for-tat disclosure, which

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

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

was still sitting there elegantly, his knuckled fingers turning the page of his

punch on soft cotton, and

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

distance with Florence. However, because she distanced herself from

who had just ignored Reynold completely just now, creased

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

ask me if

other book next

glance at Reynold with the

could he read the books that were

to cut his hands and

and he could be doomed easily if Ernest

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

the temperature

felt a chill send down along her spine as if the temperature from the air conditioner was adjusted