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.

-- although Ernest seemed to listen to her quite seriously, almost all his concentration

learning but

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

didn’t

remind her so much -- Ernest was just hitting

Ernest, she also fully understood the point. It was just the same

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

had become more harmonious

face almost

closer to her, Ernest would push his

the content that he wanted to

didn’t need Reynold to explain it

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

distance between them was drawn

Reynold was fully alerted.

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

this, Ernest

tried hard to figure out a solution, feeling depressed. By accident, he saw the time on his wristwatch -- it was almost half-past

It was dinner time.

Great.

closed the book in his hand with a proper

it’s time for dinner. Let’s

was taken aback. How time

the books and felt as if she had

recently. Whenever they were concentrating on their works, they wouldn’t go

still enjoyed reading today, wondering why Reynold would go

Reynold explained patiently, “I didn’t have much for

was a smile on his face and he

so guilty. At noon, she was hiding

didn’t have much for lunch, and neither

Let’s

the books, but she still decided to leave a bookmark on the page that she had stopped.

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

put