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.

pretended to be calm. Inhaling deeply, she deliberately ignored

so hard and

the books. She couldn’t read those books usually, in which the content was so useful and abundant that she couldn’t stop at

so she couldn’t understand all

the bullet to continue reading. Right then, a fair hand handed a book in front

book, Ernest asked, “Excuse me, do

part that the book in her hands hadn’t

a thought, she immediately understood the point that she

Delighted, Florence nodded.

in a calm voice, which was a

grabbed his

man overwhelmed her, which made

turned around and was about to ask why he moved

“It’s easier for

His reason made sense.

content in Ernest’s book. Combining the content from the book that she was reading, she quickly briefed

to her quite seriously as if he was a modest good

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

pride almost exploded

finishing her explanation, Florence

“Yeah.”

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

Looking at the man who was sitting next to her, she wondered if he planned to move

her, and the distance

Mr. Hawkins. Would

she saw that Ernest reached out to the cup of coffee on the desk

while reaching the cup of

It was her coffee!

the coffee mug. At the same time, Ernest’s palm fell

and the coffee mug were covered by it. She felt the warmth spread from his palm to the back of

froze, her heart

to shake off his hand immediately. However, Ernest reacted faster. He moved his hand

at her, he frowned,

so polite

he didn’t

were so shameful as if her mind was so

she squeezed a few words between

deep voice. Then he picked up another cup of

the mug down,