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 open during the

the doorknob. However, the door was not only closed

for a few minutes. How come it

left the room. He immediately realized that

at the closed door. “Mr. Myron, is this door locked? When I came out, the door was still open. It might

be locked automatically. You can only open it with a key. I guess the front

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

Timothy call the front desk for the key, he

bother. I’m not gonna holding you up. I

can call me, too,”

he left under Reynold’s gaze from his face

Timothy’s receding figure and felt that

didn’t have Timothy’s number.

said that to

the anger and quickly called the front

someone to bring him

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

muttered, “Mr. Myron, I hope you

In the mini-library.

sips of the coffee, Florence stood

energetic. How she wished that she could have hundreds

important books for

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

lit up.

startled,

reading a book in his hands while

front of Florence. His concentrating look made him like

She stared at

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

why are you

voice was quite pleasant to hear, as mellow as

back to her senses, blushing

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

immediately explained, “I... I came here to find

looked back

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