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.

deliberately ignored Ernest, lowered her

and finally

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

points to her, so she couldn’t understand all

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

a line in the book, Ernest asked,

in her hands

a thought, she immediately understood the point that she had

Delighted, Florence nodded.

a calm voice,

grabbed his chair and sat next

familiar scent from the man overwhelmed her, which made

about to

easier for you to explain

His reason made sense.

she took a glance at the content in Ernest’s book. Combining the content from the book that she was reading,

to her quite seriously as if he

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

almost

her explanation, Florence asked, “Got

“Yeah.”

Then his fair and long fingers picked up the

a moment. Looking at the man who was sitting next to her, she wondered if

beside her, and the distance

Mr. Hawkins.

him a bit, but she saw that Ernest reached out

focused on the book while reaching the cup of coffee that she had drunk just

It was her coffee!

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

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

suddenly froze, her

off his hand immediately. However, Ernest reacted faster.

at her, he frowned,

so

seemed that he didn’t mean

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

a few words between her teeth, “This

Ernest answered in a deep voice. Then he picked up another cup

mug down, he continued to