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.

door of the documentation room should be always

twist the doorknob. However, the

few minutes. How come it was

He immediately realized that it was Timothy who had done it, wondering if it

locked? When I came out, the door was still open. It

open it with a key. I guess the

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

agreed to let Timothy call the front desk for the

gonna holding you up. I can call them

you can call me, too,”

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

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

number. How could he

said that to

quickly called

would send someone to bring

the corner of the corridor, Timothy eavesdropped Reynold’s call. An evil smile appeared

muttered, “Mr. Myron, I hope

In the mini-library.

coffee, Florence stood up

immediately became so energetic. How she wished that she could have hundreds

most important books for her were those

all the books away. She walked forward and found the section

up. She walked over

startled, looking at the tall and strong man standing

was reading a book in his hands

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

beating. She stared

in front of him, the man raised

are

low voice was quite pleasant to hear, as mellow as a

back to her senses,

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

“I... I came here

back at his book and

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