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

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

had just left for a few minutes. How come it

one who left the room. He immediately realized that it was Timothy who had

out, the door was still open. It might be closed by the wind, I guess,”

it’ll be locked automatically. You can only open it with a key. I guess

any hesitation. By a man’s instinct, he could

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

I’m not gonna holding you up. I

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

left under Reynold’s gaze from

Timothy’s receding figure and felt that this special assistant

Timothy’s number.

said that to

called the

they would send someone to bring him

eavesdropped Reynold’s call. An evil

Myron, I hope

In the mini-library.

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 that she could finish

the most important books for her were those for

take all the books away. She walked forward and

eyes lit up.

in front of the bookshelf, she was startled, looking at the tall and strong man standing there

book in his hands while

up in front of Florence. His

stopped beating. She stared at him in a

him, the man raised his head. Looking over at Florence, his eyes

why are you

quite pleasant to hear, as

her senses, blushing in a

she had lost her mind because of staring at him, which made her feel so embarrassed

“I... I came here

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

that he was quite interested in the book. In the silence, Florence didn’t have the heart to disturb