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.

be calm. Inhaling deeply, she deliberately

and finally

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

to her, so she couldn’t understand all of

didn’t understand, and then bit the bullet to continue reading. Right then, a fair hand handed a

line in the book, Ernest asked,

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

understood the point that she had

Delighted, Florence nodded.

to me,” Ernest requested in a calm voice, which

same time, he grabbed his chair and sat

overwhelmed her, which

was about to ask why

solemnly, “It’s easier for you to explain in

His reason made sense.

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

her quite seriously as if he was a modest good

that Ernest was so close to

and pride almost exploded

explanation, Florence

“Yeah.”

nodded slightly. Then his fair and long fingers picked up the book again,

was sitting next to her,

and the distance panicked her

Mr. Hawkins. Would

that Ernest reached out to the cup of

the book while reaching

It was her coffee!

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

her hand and the coffee mug were covered by it. She felt the

suddenly froze, her

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

he frowned,

so polite

seemed that he didn’t mean to

behaving so gentlemanly, Florence felt that her thoughts were so shameful as if her

few words between her teeth, “This is my

Then he picked up another cup

down, he continued to read