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

was not learning but hitting on a

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

didn’t

to remind her so much -- Ernest was just hitting on her by

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

happier. Although Ernest was

seemed that it had become more harmonious when reading books in

face almost

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

the content that he wanted to know

to Ernest, she didn’t need Reynold to explain it to her

talk intimately to each other and

was drawn closer secretly

Reynold was fully alerted.

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

went on like this, Ernest would win her heart

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

It was dinner time.

Great.

closed the book

for dinner. Let’s have dinner

aback.

and felt as if she had

recently. Whenever they were concentrating on their works, they wouldn’t go

wondering why Reynold would go to dinner

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

smile on his face and he

his expression, Florence felt so guilty. At noon, she was hiding from Ernest, so she

have much for lunch, and neither did

right... Let’s go to

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

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

he spoke, he stood up and put the books back on the