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.

door of the documentation room should be always

out to twist the doorknob. However, the

few minutes. How come

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

the door was still open. It might be closed by the wind, I guess,” Timothy gave him a

You can only open it with a key. I guess

Reynold refused without any hesitation. By a man’s instinct, he could

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

holding you up. I can

right. If you need any help, you can

under Reynold’s gaze from his

felt that this special assistant was as disgusting

number. How

must have said that to piss

the anger and quickly called the front

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

Timothy eavesdropped Reynold’s

“Mr. Myron, I hope

In the mini-library.

of the coffee, Florence stood

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

books for

away. She walked forward

lit up. She walked

the bookshelf, she was startled, looking

was reading a book in his hands

with perfect outlines showed up in front of Florence. His concentrating look made him

almost stopped beating. She stared at him in

noticed that there was someone in front of him, the man

why are

low voice was quite pleasant to hear, as mellow

came back to her senses, blushing

staring at him, which made her feel

came

he looked back at his book and

he was quite interested in the book. In the silence, Florence