My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Reynold smiled complacently, explained to Florence, full of patience.

Ernest looked quite annoyed. Moving his gaze from the book, he stared gloomily at Florence and Reynold, who were so close to each other.

A fury was surging in his chest. How he wished that he could kick Reynold to the Pacific.

Ernest was born rich, noble, and powerful. He never controlled his temper. If he disliked anyone, he would do something to that person. Such a person like Reynold would have died countless times.

However, at this moment, Ernest had to suppress the fury in his chest, enduring Reynold’s provocation.

He was doing it all for Florence.

Ernest inhaled deeply. Pressing his lips, he pushed his book in front of Florence.

He said with a proper volume but in an extremely overbearing tone, “Florence, please explain it to me.”

Reynold instantly stopped his explanation, gaping at Ernest as if he had seen a ghost.

He wondered if he had misheard.

Mr. Hawkins, who was always superior and all-around, took a book to Florence and wanted her to teach him something.

Reynold wondered if it should be Florence who asked Ernest to teach her something.

Florence had been used to it. She hesitated a bit and asked, “Could you please wait until I’ve learned it from Mr. Myron?” Ernest was way too impolite to chime in, and also he had interrupted them. He was never been so uneducated before.

Ernest, however, had become more domineering.

He said in a tone that didn’t allow her to refuse, “No, I can’t.”

Florence was speechless. He was asking her for help, wasn’t he?

However, Florence was used to being a coward when facing Ernest. She had only turned back to look over in the direction where Ernest was and read through the line that he was pointing at.

Coincidentally, it was exactly the content that Reynold had just explained to her.

After reading the line, she had fully understood the point without continuing to listen to Reynold.

Reynold was sitting there in depression. Looking at Ernest’s serious face when he was listening to Florence, Reynold felt that he wanted to curse so much.

listen to her quite seriously, almost all his concentration was on

learning but

pretended to be so modest just for hitting on a girl. Didn’t he have any

didn’t know

wanted to remind her so much -- Ernest was just hitting on her by

Florence explained to Ernest, she also fully understood the point. It was just the same as reviewing it. She could

happier. Although Ernest was

more harmonious when reading books

Reynold’s face almost became livid in

closer to her, Ernest

content that he wanted to know

need Reynold to explain it

intimately to each other and read the same book.

between them was drawn closer secretly

Reynold was fully alerted.

abuse power for personal gains. Florence was so pure and naive, and how could

Ernest would

hard to figure out a solution, feeling depressed. By accident, he saw the time

It was dinner time.

Great.

scheme flashed through his eyes. Reynold closed the book in his hand with

for dinner. Let’s

taken aback.

been focusing on the books and felt as if

recently. Whenever they were concentrating on their works, they wouldn’t go to dinner on time. Instead, they

why Reynold would go to

noticed her confusion, Reynold explained patiently, “I didn’t have much

was a smile on his face and he sounded a

expression, Florence felt so guilty. At noon, she was hiding from Ernest, so she didn’t finish

didn’t have much for lunch,

Let’s go to

leave a

put his book with hers. “I’ll put them back to the bookshelf. You can

he spoke, he stood up and put the books back on