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 ignored Ernest, lowered her head,

and finally

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

so she couldn’t

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

book, Ernest asked, “Excuse me, do you understand this

book in her hands hadn’t covered. With the line

immediately understood the point that she had

Delighted, Florence nodded.

requested in a calm voice, which was a noble

the same time, he grabbed his chair and sat next to

from the man overwhelmed her, which made Florence tighten her

around and was about to ask why

explained solemnly, “It’s easier for

His reason made sense.

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

listened to her quite seriously as if he

was so close to her. On the other hand, Mr. Hawkins, who

and pride almost

explanation, Florence

“Yeah.”

picked up the book again, and he

the man who was sitting next to her, she

beside her, and

me, Mr. Hawkins.

that Ernest reached out to the cup of coffee on the

it, he still focused on the book while reaching

It was her coffee!

the coffee mug. At the

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

froze, her

wanted to shake off his hand immediately. However, Ernest

he frowned,

sounded so polite and

he didn’t

that her thoughts were so shameful as if her mind was so

between her teeth, “This is

in a deep voice. Then he picked up another cup of coffee,

down, he continued to read