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.

room should be always

doorknob. However, the door was not only closed but also

had just left for a few minutes. How

one who left the room. He immediately realized that it

a glance at the closed door. “Mr. Myron, is this door locked? When I came out, the door was still open. It might

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

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

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

bother. I’m not gonna holding you

help, you can call me, too,” Timothy

gaze from his face

figure and felt that this special assistant was as disgusting as his

didn’t have Timothy’s number. How could he

said that

called

bring

Reynold’s call. An evil smile appeared

Myron, I hope you are patient

In the mini-library.

Florence stood up and continued looking for

usually. She immediately became so energetic. How she wished that she

books for her were those for

suppressed her impulse to take all the books away. She walked forward and

lit up. She walked

in front of the bookshelf, she was startled, looking

was reading a book in his hands while standing

showed up in front of Florence. His

heart almost stopped beating. She stared at him

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

why are

pleasant to hear, as mellow

her senses, blushing in a

she had lost her mind because of staring

“I... I came

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

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