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.

listen to

not learning but hitting on a

to be so modest just for hitting on a girl.

Florence didn’t

her so much --

was just the same as

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

that it had become more harmonious when reading books in

face almost became livid in

Florence and get closer to her, Ernest would

he wanted

Florence explained to Ernest, she didn’t need

to each other and read the same

was drawn

Reynold was fully alerted.

to abuse power for personal gains. Florence was so pure and naive, and how

Ernest would win her heart again

depressed. By accident, he saw the time on his wristwatch

It was dinner time.

Great.

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

time for dinner. Let’s

was taken aback. How time

books and felt as if

were both workaholics recently. Whenever they were concentrating on their works, they wouldn’t go to dinner on time. Instead, they always went to

enjoyed reading today, wondering why Reynold would go

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

smile on his face and

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

for lunch, and

Let’s go to

but she still decided to leave a

book with hers. “I’ll put them back to the

and put the books back