My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Ernest didn’t speak again. Then Florence heard a chair was put gently opposite her.

After that, Ernest sat opposite and put two books in his hands on the desk.

His knuckled fingers picked up one and turned to the page where he market.

Then, he said, “I’m a bit tired to stand there, so I decided to sit down. I hope you don’t mind.”

Florence was choked. Since he already said so, of course, she couldn’t tell him that she minded.

“Never mind,” she had to answer, squeezing the words gently.

Silence blanketed the mini-library again. Only the sound when the man was turning pages could be heart.

Obviously, he was reading quite seriously.

However, Florence felt quite embarrassed. Her mind was all in a mess and she couldn’t help being absent-minded. Upon realizing it, she felt quite ashamed.

It was indeed embarrassing.

Since he pretended that nothing had happened and completely ignored her, why would she keep thinking about him?

Florence inwardly comforted her. Then she raised her head to read.

However, as soon as she looked up, she saw Ernest opposite -- he lowered his head, reading the book. The sunshine fell on his face, making him look peaceful and handsome. It was indeed a peaceful and beautiful afternoon.

She was attracted.

Florence’s heart suddenly skipped a beat. A strange feeling suddenly surged in her body as if she was touched mentally.

She was so flustered. Gritting her teeth, she immediately looked away.

This man was just a tempter, and she couldn’t look at him at all.

She was about to get a book and read it. Accidentally, she found the other book in front of Ernest was the one that she wanted to choose but gave up just now.

She hadn’t expected that he would bring it here. Was it coincident?

It was an important book for Florence. If she could read the three books together, she could get twofold results with half the effort.

But that book was next to Ernest...

She felt depressed, but she decided to endure it.

deeply, she deliberately ignored Ernest, lowered her head, and started to

hard and

the books. She couldn’t read those books usually, in which the content was so

her, so she

point that she didn’t understand, and then bit the bullet to continue reading. Right then, a fair hand handed a book in front of

line in the book, Ernest asked, “Excuse me, do

it was the part that the book in her hands hadn’t covered. With the line in Ernest’s book, the explanation

understood the point that she had

Delighted, Florence nodded.

voice,

time, he grabbed his

the man overwhelmed her, which made Florence tighten her body in

and was about to

“It’s easier for you to

His reason made sense.

at the content in Ernest’s book. Combining the content from

listened to her quite seriously as if he

Ernest was so close to her. On

pride almost

finishing her explanation, Florence asked, “Got

“Yeah.”

picked up the book again, and he continued

was sitting next to her, she wondered if he

he was sitting beside her, and the distance

Mr.

saw that Ernest reached out to the cup of coffee

book while reaching the cup of coffee that she had drunk

It was her coffee!

on the end. She acted quickly and grabbed the coffee mug. At the same time, Ernest’s palm

big that almost both her hand and the coffee mug were covered by it. She felt the warmth spread

suddenly froze, her

immediately. However, Ernest reacted faster. He moved

her, he frowned, “Sorry

sounded so polite

that he didn’t mean

so shameful as

between

a deep voice. Then he picked up another cup

putting the mug down, he