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.

Ernest seemed to listen to her quite

but hitting

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

didn’t know

wanted to remind her so much --

fully understood the point. It was

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

become more

Reynold’s face almost became livid in

and get closer to her,

that he wanted to know coincidentally answered

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

was petrified while watching Florence and Ernest talk intimately to each other and read the same book. Their heads

between them was drawn closer secretly under such

Reynold was fully alerted.

so efficient for Ernest’s trick to abuse power for personal gains. Florence was so pure and

went on like this, Ernest would

accident, he saw the time on his

It was dinner time.

Great.

eyes. Reynold closed the book

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

was taken aback. How time

and felt as if she

and she were both workaholics recently. Whenever they were concentrating on their works,

enjoyed reading today, wondering why Reynold would go to dinner

confusion, Reynold explained patiently, “I didn’t

his face and he

guilty. At noon, she was hiding from Ernest,

didn’t have much for

right... Let’s go

took a reluctant glance at the books, but she still decided to leave a bookmark on the

put them back

up and put