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

but hitting on a

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

didn’t know

remind her so much -- Ernest was just hitting on

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

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

it had become more harmonious when

almost became livid in

he was about to explain the key point to Florence and get closer to her, Ernest would push his book to her and asked

that he wanted to know coincidentally answered

after Florence explained to Ernest, she didn’t need Reynold

watching Florence and Ernest talk intimately to each other and read the same book. Their heads almost clung to each

them was drawn closer secretly under

Reynold was fully alerted.

power for personal gains. Florence was so

Ernest would win her heart again

hard to figure out a solution, feeling depressed. By accident, he saw the time on his wristwatch -- it

It was dinner time.

Great.

Reynold closed the book in his

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

was taken aback. How time

been focusing on the books and felt as

dinner time, but Reynold and she were both workaholics recently. Whenever

reading today, wondering why Reynold would go

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

face and he

hiding from Ernest, so she didn’t finish lunch and escaped.

have much for lunch, and neither

Let’s

decided to leave a bookmark on the page that she had stopped. Then

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

and put