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.

should be always

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

left for a few minutes. How come

left the room. He immediately realized that it was

“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 a kindly reminder with

You can only open it with a key. I guess the front desk should

hesitation. By a man’s instinct, he could tell that Timothy didn’t

he agreed to let Timothy call the front desk for the

holding

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

gaze from his face with a

and felt that this special assistant

didn’t have Timothy’s number. How

have said that to piss him off

the anger and quickly called the front desk of the

someone to bring him the key. Reynold

corner of the corridor, Timothy eavesdropped Reynold’s call.

muttered, “Mr. Myron, I hope you are patient

In the mini-library.

the coffee, Florence

immediately became so energetic. How she wished that she could have hundreds of eyes so that she could finish reading all

most important books for

to take all the books away. She walked

eyes lit up. She

front of the bookshelf, she was startled,

a book in his hands while

face with perfect outlines showed up in front of Florence.

almost stopped beating. She stared at him

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

why are

was quite pleasant to hear,

came back to her senses, blushing in a

her mind because of staring at him, which made her

explained, “I... I came

he looked back at his book and

book. In the silence, Florence didn’t have the