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

scanning the page. However, he didn’t turn the page immediately. Instead, he was

were almost reading similar content at the

Florence didn’t notice it. She just thought that the two books referenced each other, the content was quite similar, and

later, someone pushed the unlocked door open from the outside.

keeping you wait, Flory. The door of the other documentation room had been locked just

in with a chair in his

saw the two sitting next

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

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

recalled that the hotel staff was so inefficient when sending him the

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

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

way to the library and the

had thought, but the result

elegantly, his knuckled fingers turning the page of his book. He looked

felt as if he had just thrown a punch on soft cotton, and

so raged. Holding his chair, he strode

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

had just ignored Reynold completely just now, creased his

around and looked at Reynold, pointing at the book in her hands, “I’ve

if you have

the other book next to Florence casually,

casting a glance at Reynold with the corner of his

he read the books that

wanted to cut his hands and dig his eyes

identity and social status couldn’t compare to Ernest’s, and he could be

smiled playfully. Waving the book in his hands

eyes turned colder, and the temperature in the

if the temperature