My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Timothy followed them in. He put the tray on the only desk inside the room and cast a glance at the only chair next to the desk.

He said, “Ms. Fraser, please have some coffee before continuing. You’ll feel refreshed.”

Florence paused her paces. Indeed, she was not in a good mood today and she was always absent-minded.

It was so rare for her to see such good books, and she couldn’t waste the good resource.

Hence, Florence walked to the desk and wanted to sit down for a coffee. Much to her surprise, she only found one chair next to the desk.

Reynold also followed her there. When seeing the only chair, he was surprised, too.

Timothy explained calmly, “Usually not so many people would come here, so probably the staff didn’t put more chairs here. Mr. Myron, why don’t you move a chair over here from the other documentation room?”

As he spoke, Timothy added, “I’ve got to go back to my work. I’m sorry for unable to help you.”

Reynold was about to say that he didn’t want to take a sit, but her words were pressed back by Timothy’s words.

Since Timothy said so, if he refused to carry the chair over, he would look quite lazy in this way.

In Florence’s presence, Reynold didn’t want to leave her such an impression. After all, when they first met, he showed her his playboy’s image, which hadn’t been corrected.

“Flory, I’ll go get a chair,” turning around, Reynold said to Florence tenderly.

Florence nodded, watching Reynold leave the room. Then she sat down on the only chair.

“Ms. Fraser, I’m leaving now.”

Timothy also left the mini-library afterward. He also kindly closed the door behind him.

When Reynold left the mini-library, he rushed to the other documentation room. There was a bad hunch in his mind that he didn’t think it was safe to leave Florence alone in that mini-library.

He even planned to give up carrying the chair and turned around to go back.

However, he had told Florence that he was going to carry the chair. If he gave up, it would be a slap in his face. Besides, he wouldn’t have a seat there. In that case, Florence wouldn’t be able to focus on reading those books upon her personality.

After a thought, Reynold believed that he needed that chair indeed.

When he rushed to the other documentation room, he found that the door of the room was closed.

should be always open

the doorknob. However, the

left for a few

who left the room. He immediately realized that it was Timothy who had done it, wondering if it was on

Myron, is this door locked? When I came out, the door was still open. It might be closed by the wind, I guess,” Timothy gave him a kindly reminder with the innocent on

Whenever it’s closed, it’ll be locked automatically. You can only open it with a key. I guess the front desk should have a key. May I help you make a call

any hesitation. By a man’s instinct, he could tell that Timothy didn’t have a good

agreed to let Timothy call the front desk for the key, he didn’t think he would get

holding you up. I

can call me,

from his face with a wry

figure and felt that this special assistant

have Timothy’s number.

have said that to piss him

and quickly called

politely said that they would send someone to bring him the key. Reynold could

corridor, Timothy eavesdropped Reynold’s call. An evil

I hope you

In the mini-library.

of the coffee, Florence stood up and continued

valuable collections, which couldn’t be found usually. She immediately became so energetic. How she

for her were those for

the books away.

lit up. She walked

startled,

a book in his hands

side face with perfect outlines showed up in front of Florence. His concentrating look made him like a painting that

beating. She stared at him in

him, the man

why are you

was quite pleasant to hear,

came back to her

of staring at him, which made her feel

I came here

answered, and then he looked back at his book and continued

that he was quite interested in the book. In the silence, Florence didn’t have the