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.

of the documentation room should be

to twist the doorknob. However, the door was not only closed but

just left for a few

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

casting a glance at the closed door. “Mr. 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

can only open it with a key. I guess the front desk should have a key. May I help you make a call and ask

any hesitation. By a man’s instinct,

front desk for the key,

I’m not gonna holding

right. If you need any help, you can call me, too,” Timothy said with a

left under Reynold’s gaze from his face

figure and felt that this

have Timothy’s number. How could he

have said that to

and quickly called the

bring him the key. Reynold could only wait

Reynold’s call.

“Mr. Myron, I

In the mini-library.

sips of the coffee, Florence stood up

be found usually. She immediately became so energetic. How she wished that she could have hundreds of eyes so that she could finish reading all of the

the most important books for her were those for

away. She walked forward and

up. She walked

was startled, looking at the tall

man was reading a book in his hands

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

heart almost stopped beating. She

if he just noticed that there was someone in front of him, the man raised his head. Looking over

why are you

quite pleasant to hear, as

back to her senses, blushing in a

now, she had lost her mind because of staring

I came here to find some

looked back at his

book. In the silence, Florence didn’t have the heart to