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 quite seriously, almost all his concentration

learning but hitting on a

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

didn’t

so much -- Ernest was just hitting on her by

was just the same as reviewing it. She

increased, she felt much happier. Although Ernest was still sitting

that it had become more harmonious when

Reynold’s face almost became livid in

the key point to Florence and get closer to her, Ernest would push his

that he wanted to know

to Ernest, she didn’t need Reynold to explain

while watching Florence and Ernest talk intimately to each other and read the same book.

them was drawn

Reynold was fully alerted.

for personal gains. Florence was

on like this, Ernest would

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

It was dinner time.

Great.

of scheme flashed through his eyes. Reynold closed the book in his hand with a proper volume that could

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

was taken aback. How time

and felt as if she had just finished

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

enjoyed reading today, wondering why Reynold would go to dinner

confusion, Reynold explained patiently,

face and he sounded

Florence felt so guilty. At noon, she was hiding

much for

right... Let’s go

leave a bookmark on the page

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

and put