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.

could see it clearly -- although Ernest seemed to listen to her quite seriously, almost all his concentration was

was not learning but hitting on

Group, wasn’t he? He pretended to be so modest

Florence didn’t

her so much --

the point. It was just the same as reviewing

her knowledge increased, she felt much happier. Although Ernest was still sitting next to her, she felt less nervous and

that it had become more harmonious

Reynold’s face almost

whenever he was about to explain the key point to Florence and get closer to her, Ernest would push

he wanted

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

to each other and

was drawn closer secretly under

Reynold was fully alerted.

efficient for Ernest’s trick to abuse power for personal gains. Florence

on like this, Ernest would win her heart

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

It was dinner time.

Great.

trace of scheme flashed through his eyes. Reynold closed the book in

time for dinner. Let’s have

was taken aback. How

always been focusing on the books and felt as

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

why Reynold would

patiently, “I didn’t have much for lunch. I’m

a smile on his face

At noon, she was hiding from Ernest, so

have much for lunch, and neither

right... Let’s

leave a bookmark on the page that

“I’ll put

put the books