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.

-- although Ernest seemed to listen to her quite seriously,

learning but hitting on

the CEO of Hawkins Group, wasn’t he? He pretended to be so

didn’t know

much -- Ernest was just

Ernest, she also fully understood the point. It was

felt much happier. Although Ernest was

had become more harmonious when reading books in this

Reynold’s face almost became livid

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

he wanted to

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

other and read the same book. Their heads almost clung to

between them was drawn closer secretly under such

Reynold was fully alerted.

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

Ernest would win her heart again

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

It was dinner time.

Great.

Reynold closed the book in his hand with a proper volume that

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

taken aback.

books and felt as if she had just finished

five already. It was the usual dinner 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 dinner at seven or eight

wondering why

noticed her confusion, Reynold explained patiently, “I didn’t have much for

smile on his face and he

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

didn’t have much for lunch, and neither did

Let’s go to

but she still decided to leave a bookmark on the

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

he spoke, he stood up and put