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.

she deliberately

and finally

by the content in the books. She couldn’t read those books usually, in

nobody explained some points to her, so she couldn’t understand

upset. She marked the point that she didn’t understand, and then bit the bullet

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

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

immediately understood the point that

Delighted, Florence nodded.

calm voice, which was a noble tone that didn’t

grabbed his chair and

overwhelmed her, which made

about

solemnly, “It’s easier for

His reason made sense.

so upset. With her tightened body, she took a glance at the content in Ernest’s book. Combining the content from the book that she was

listened to her quite seriously as

she felt quite nervous that Ernest was so close to her. On the other hand, Mr. Hawkins, who

pride almost

finishing her explanation,

“Yeah.”

and long fingers picked up the book again, and he continued to

for a moment. Looking at the man who was sitting next

sitting beside her, and the distance panicked her so

Mr.

out to the

while reaching the cup of coffee

It was her coffee!

her hair stand on the end. She acted quickly and grabbed the coffee mug. At the same time,

She felt the warmth spread from his palm to the back of her hand and then into

suddenly froze,

off his hand immediately. However, Ernest

he frowned,

sounded so polite and

seemed that he didn’t mean to do

so shameful as if her mind was so dirty and she had

few words between her teeth,

Ernest answered in a deep voice. Then he picked up another cup of coffee, taking a sip

mug down, he