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 always open during the daytime,

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

few minutes. How come

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

is this door locked? When I came out, the door was still

door. Whenever it’s closed, it’ll be locked automatically. You can only open it with a key. I guess the front desk should

instinct, he could tell that Timothy didn’t have a

Timothy call the front desk for the

gonna holding you up.

help, you can call me, too,” Timothy said with

gaze from his face with a wry

and felt that this special assistant was as

have Timothy’s number. How could

said that to piss him

anger and quickly called the

someone to bring him the key. Reynold could only

corridor, Timothy eavesdropped Reynold’s call. An evil smile appeared

muttered, “Mr. Myron, I hope you

In the mini-library.

of the coffee, Florence stood up and continued looking for the

couldn’t be found usually. She immediately became so energetic. How she wished that she could have hundreds of eyes so that she could finish reading

the most important books for her were those

take all the books away. She walked forward and found

up.

startled, looking at the tall and strong man standing

a book in his hands while

in front of Florence. His concentrating look made him like a painting

almost stopped beating. She

him, the

why are you

pleasant to hear, as mellow as

came back to her senses, blushing in a

staring at him, which made

I came here to find

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

In the