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 hitting on

to be so modest just for

didn’t

-- Ernest was just hitting on her

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

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

become more harmonious when reading books in

face almost became livid in

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

the content that he wanted to know coincidentally answered Florence’s

Florence explained to Ernest, she didn’t need Reynold

intimately to each other

was drawn

Reynold was fully alerted.

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

it went on like this, Ernest would

tried hard to figure out a solution, feeling depressed. By accident, he saw

It was dinner time.

Great.

his eyes. Reynold closed the book in his hand with a proper volume that

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

aback. How time

and

dinner time, but Reynold and she were both workaholics recently. Whenever they were concentrating on their works, they wouldn’t go to dinner on time. Instead, they always went to dinner at seven

why Reynold would

noticed her confusion, Reynold explained patiently, “I didn’t

was a smile on his face

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

for lunch, and neither did

Let’s go

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

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

up and put the books back on the bookshelf