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.

documentation room should be always open during the daytime, shouldn’t

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

had just left for a few minutes. How

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

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

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

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

agreed to let Timothy call the front desk for

holding

If you need any help, you can call me, too,” Timothy said

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

glared at Timothy’s receding figure and felt that this special assistant was as

didn’t have Timothy’s number. How could

have said that to piss

quickly called the front desk

bring him the key. Reynold could only wait at

Timothy eavesdropped Reynold’s call. An

I hope you are

In the mini-library.

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

valuable collections, which 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 all

important books for her were those for

to take all the books away. She walked forward and found

lit up. She walked over

she was startled, looking at

man was reading a book in

front of Florence. His concentrating look made

stopped beating. She stared at him in

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

are you

low voice was quite pleasant to hear,

back to her senses,

she had lost her mind because of staring

immediately explained, “I... I came here

Ernest answered, and then he looked back at his

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