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 seriously,

not learning but hitting

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

didn’t know

wanted to remind her so much -- Ernest

Florence explained to Ernest, she also fully understood the point. It was just the same as reviewing

was still

become more harmonious when reading books in this

almost became livid

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

that he wanted

Ernest, she didn’t need Reynold to explain it

intimately to each other and read the same book. Their heads

between them was drawn closer secretly under

Reynold was fully alerted.

for Ernest’s trick to abuse power for personal gains. Florence was

on like this, Ernest would win her

saw the time on his wristwatch -- it was almost half-past five in the

It was dinner time.

Great.

through his eyes. Reynold closed the book in his hand

for dinner. Let’s

taken aback. How

on the books and felt

Whenever they

why Reynold would go

explained patiently, “I didn’t have much for lunch. I’m quite

on his face and he sounded a

so guilty. At noon, she was hiding

much for lunch,

Let’s go

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

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

up and put the books back on the bookshelf