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.

see it clearly -- although Ernest seemed to listen to her quite seriously, almost all

not learning but

of Hawkins Group, wasn’t he? He pretended to be

Florence didn’t know

to remind her so much -- Ernest was just

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

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

that it had become more harmonious when reading books in

face almost became livid

point to Florence and get closer to her, Ernest would push his book to her

that he wanted to know

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

other and read the same book. Their heads almost

was drawn

Reynold was fully alerted.

so efficient for Ernest’s trick to abuse power for personal gains. Florence was so pure and naive, and how

on like this, Ernest would win her heart

a solution, feeling depressed. By accident, he saw the time

It was dinner time.

Great.

of scheme flashed through his eyes. Reynold closed the book

it’s time for dinner. Let’s have dinner

aback. How

had always been focusing on the books and felt as if she had

but Reynold and she were both workaholics recently. Whenever they were concentrating on their works, they

why Reynold would go to dinner on

noticed her confusion, Reynold explained patiently, “I

his face and he sounded

hiding from Ernest, so she didn’t finish lunch

much for lunch, and

Let’s go to

decided to leave a bookmark on the page that she

put them back to the

put the books