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.

Ernest seemed to listen to her quite seriously, almost

learning but hitting on a

be so modest just for

Florence didn’t know

wanted to remind her so much -- Ernest was just

also fully understood the point. It was just the same as reviewing it. She could handle it very

knowledge increased, she felt much happier. Although Ernest was still sitting next

had become more harmonious when reading

almost became livid

and get closer to her, Ernest would push his book to her and asked her

the content that he wanted to know

Florence explained to Ernest, she didn’t need Reynold to explain

Ernest talk intimately to each other and read the same book. Their heads

between them was drawn closer secretly under such a

Reynold was fully alerted.

power for personal gains. Florence was so pure

like this, Ernest would win her

depressed. By accident, he saw the time on his wristwatch -- it was almost half-past five in the

It was dinner time.

Great.

eyes. Reynold closed the book in his hand with a proper volume that could

it’s time for dinner. Let’s have

aback. How time

the books and felt as if she had just

the time and found it was indeed half-past five already. It was the usual dinner time, but Reynold and she were both workaholics recently. Whenever they were concentrating on their works, they wouldn’t go to dinner on time. Instead, they always went to dinner at

wondering why

if he had noticed her confusion, Reynold explained patiently, “I

face

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

have much for lunch,

right... Let’s

leave a bookmark

reached out and put his book with hers. “I’ll put them back to the bookshelf. You can wait for

spoke, he stood up and put the books back on