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.

deeply, she deliberately ignored Ernest, lowered her head,

hard and finally

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

to her, so she couldn’t understand all of

didn’t understand, and then bit the bullet to

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

the part that the book in her

understood the

Delighted, Florence nodded.

explain it to me,” Ernest requested in a calm voice, which was a noble tone that didn’t allow her

grabbed his chair and sat next to

familiar scent from the man overwhelmed her, which made

around and was about to ask why he moved

for

His reason made sense.

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

to her quite seriously as if he was a

that Ernest was so close to her. On the other

almost exploded in Florence’s

finishing her explanation, Florence

“Yeah.”

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

moment. Looking at the man who was sitting next to her,

he was sitting beside her, and the

me, Mr. Hawkins. Would

saw that Ernest reached out to the cup of

while reaching the cup of coffee that she

It was her coffee!

on the end. She acted quickly and grabbed the coffee mug. At

was so big that almost both her hand and the coffee mug were covered by it. She felt the

suddenly froze, her

hand immediately. However, Ernest reacted faster. He

at her, he frowned, “Sorry

sounded so polite

seemed that he didn’t mean

so shameful as if her mind

a few words between her teeth, “This is my

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

mug down, he