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

but hitting

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

didn’t know

wanted to remind her so much -- Ernest was

point. It was just the same as reviewing

happier. Although Ernest was still sitting next to her,

seemed that it had become more harmonious

almost became

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

that he wanted to know coincidentally

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

other and read the same book. Their

them was drawn closer

Reynold was fully alerted.

for personal gains. Florence was so pure and naive, and

went on like this, Ernest would win her heart again

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

It was dinner time.

Great.

the book in his hand with a proper volume

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

was taken aback.

focusing on the books and felt as if she had just

workaholics recently. Whenever they were concentrating

wondering why Reynold would go to dinner on

confusion, Reynold explained patiently, “I didn’t

was a smile on his face

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

didn’t have much for lunch, and neither did

right... Let’s

glance at the books, but she still decided to leave a bookmark on the page that

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

put the books