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.

be always

reaching out to twist the doorknob. However, the door was

just left for a few

was the last one who left the room. He immediately realized that

the door was still open. It

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 and ask them to deliver it

refused without any hesitation. By a man’s instinct, he could tell that Timothy didn’t have

front desk for the key, he didn’t think he would get

gonna holding you up. I can call

you can call me, too,” Timothy said

left under Reynold’s gaze from his face with a wry

receding figure and felt that this special assistant was

didn’t have Timothy’s number. How

said that to

and quickly called the front desk of

send someone to bring him the key. Reynold could only wait at

eavesdropped Reynold’s call. An evil smile appeared

Myron, I hope you are

In the mini-library.

sips of the coffee, Florence

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

for

away. She walked forward and found the section

eyes lit up. She walked over

when she arrived in front of the bookshelf, she was startled,

book in

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

She stared at him

in front of him, the man raised his head. Looking over at

why are you

quite pleasant to hear, as mellow as

her senses, blushing

now, she had lost her mind because of staring at him, which made her

“I... I came

answered, and then he looked back at his book

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