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.

seemed to listen to her

but hitting

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

Florence didn’t know

so much -- Ernest was just hitting on her

also fully understood the point. It was

her 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 this

face almost became

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

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

need Reynold to explain

and Ernest talk intimately to each other and read the same book. Their

distance between them was drawn closer secretly under such a

Reynold was fully alerted.

gains. Florence was so pure and naive, and how could she resistant

on like this, Ernest

By accident, he saw the time on his wristwatch -- it

It was dinner time.

Great.

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

for dinner. Let’s

aback.

focusing on the books and felt as if she had

it 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 their works, they wouldn’t go to dinner on time. Instead, they always went to dinner at seven or

today, wondering why Reynold would go to dinner on

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

was a smile on his face and

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

have much for lunch, and neither did

Let’s go

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

with hers. “I’ll put them back to the bookshelf. You can wait

he stood up and put the books back on the bookshelf