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

but hitting

Hawkins Group, wasn’t he? He pretended to be so modest just for hitting on

didn’t

-- Ernest was just

point. It was just the same as reviewing it. She could

Although Ernest was still sitting next to her, she felt

had become more harmonious when reading

almost became livid

closer to her, Ernest would push his book to her and asked her to explain

wanted to know coincidentally

explained to Ernest, she didn’t need

Ernest talk intimately to each other

drawn closer secretly under such

Reynold was fully alerted.

personal gains. Florence was so pure and naive, and how

it went on like this, Ernest would win

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

It was dinner time.

Great.

his eyes. Reynold closed the book in his hand with

he said, “Flory, it’s time for dinner. Let’s have

was taken aback. How

focusing on the books and

was indeed half-past five already. It was the usual dinner time, but Reynold and she were both workaholics recently. Whenever they were concentrating on

reading today, wondering why Reynold

if he had noticed her confusion, Reynold explained patiently, “I didn’t have much for lunch. I’m quite

his face and he sounded a bit

expression, Florence felt so guilty. At noon, she was hiding from Ernest, so she didn’t finish lunch and escaped. Reynold also

for lunch, and neither did

Let’s

to leave a bookmark on the page that

put them back to the bookshelf. You can wait for me

and put the books back on