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 to

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 turn the page

similar content

books referenced each other, the content was quite similar,

later, someone pushed the unlocked

room had been locked just now. I had to wait for the hotel staff to send me the key.

Reynold walked in with a chair

he saw the two sitting next to

when he was sitting next to Florence,

find a chair. It took a long while, but he

Ernest’s chair and recalled that the hotel staff was so inefficient when sending him the key, Reynold was enlightened. It seemed

wonder what books are you reading

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

to the library and the mini-library, which seemed

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

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

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

strode over and naturally

Florence. However, because she distanced herself from Ernest a bit, now it seemed that Reynold was

just ignored Reynold completely just now, creased

at Reynold, pointing at the book in her hands, “I’ve found the

if you have any

picked up the other book next to Florence casually, starting to

frowned again, casting a glance at Reynold with the corner

the books that

hands and dig his eyes

to Ernest’s, and he could be doomed easily if Ernest did something to

playfully. Waving the book in his

the temperature in the mini-library

a chill send down along her spine as if the temperature from