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

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

reading similar

the two books referenced each other, the content was quite similar, and

pushed the unlocked

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

words, Reynold walked in with a chair in

saw the two sitting next

gaped at Ernest and noticed his intimate posture when

to find a chair. It took a long while,

that the hotel staff was so inefficient when sending him the key, Reynold was enlightened. It

what books are you reading now. Books here are all design-related

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

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

but the result wasn’t the same

of his

just thrown a punch on soft cotton,

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

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

completely just now, creased his

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

me if you have

next

Reynold with the corner of his eyes, which was

he read the books that were

wanted to cut his hands

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

even smiled playfully. Waving the book in his

eyes turned colder, and the temperature in the

along her spine as if the