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

was not learning but

pretended to be so modest just for hitting

Florence didn’t

to remind her so much -- Ernest was just

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

much happier. Although Ernest was still sitting

more harmonious when reading

almost became

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

the content that he wanted

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

other and read

drawn closer

Reynold was fully alerted.

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

this, Ernest would

he saw the

It was dinner time.

Great.

closed the book in his hand

time for dinner. Let’s have dinner first,

taken aback. How

on the books and felt as if

It was the usual dinner time, but Reynold and she were both workaholics recently. Whenever they were

still enjoyed reading today, wondering why Reynold would go to dinner on

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

his face and he sounded a bit

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

have much for lunch,

right... Let’s

she still decided to leave a bookmark

book with hers. “I’ll put

he stood up and put the books back