My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Chapter 241: Coincidentally or Intentionally

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. NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

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.

Florence pretended to be calm. Inhaling deeply, she deliberately ignored Ernest, lowered her head, and started to read.

She tried so hard and finally calmed herself down.

She focused on reading. Shortly, she was fully attracted by 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 at all.

However, nobody explained some points to her, so she couldn’t understand all of them completely.

Florence felt a bit upset. She marked the point that she didn’t understand, and then bit the bullet to continue reading. Right then, a fair hand handed a book in front of her.

Pointing a line in the book, Ernest asked, “Excuse me, do you understand this line?”

Florence was taken aback, subconsciously read through the line. Coincidentally, it was the part that the book in her hands hadn’t covered. With the line in Ernest’s book, the explanation of the point was clearer.

After a thought, she immediately understood the point that she had marked.

Delighted, Florence nodded.

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

At the same time, he grabbed his chair and sat next to her naturally.

The familiar scent from the man overwhelmed her, which made Florence tighten her body in an instant.

She turned around and was about to ask why he moved over.

He explained solemnly, “It’s easier for you to explain in this way.”

His reason made sense.

Florence was so upset. 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 point to Ernest.

Ernest listened to her quite seriously as if he was a modest good student.

However, Florence had quite different feelings. On one hand, she felt quite nervous that Ernest was so close to her. On the other hand, Mr. Hawkins, who was always superior and all-around, was learning from her modestly.

The nervousness and pride almost exploded in Florence’s mind.

After finishing her explanation, Florence asked, “Got it?”

“Yeah.”

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

Florence was stunned for a moment. Looking at the man who was sitting next to her, she wondered if he planned to move back to the opposite.

Now he was sitting beside her, and the distance panicked her so much...

“Excuse me, Mr. Hawkins. Would you...”

Florence was about to remind him a bit, but she saw that Ernest reached out to the cup of coffee on the desk and was about to drink it.

While doing it, he still focused on the book while reaching the cup of coffee that she had drunk just now.

It was her coffee!

Florence felt her hair stand on the end. She acted quickly and grabbed the coffee mug. At the same time, Ernest’s palm fell and happened to cover her hand.

His palm was so big that almost both her hand and the coffee mug were covered by it. She felt the warmth spread from his palm to the back of her hand and then into her body and heart along the skin.

Florence suddenly froze, her heart hammering.

She wanted to shake off his hand immediately. However, Ernest reacted faster. He moved his hand away in an instant.

Looking at her, he frowned, “Sorry for that.”

He sounded so polite and gentlemanly.

It seemed that he didn’t mean to do it truly.

Seeing him behaving so gentlemanly, Florence felt that her thoughts were so shameful as if her mind was so dirty and she had overthought.

Embarrassed, she squeezed a few words between her teeth, “This is my coffee.”

“Okay,” Ernest answered in a deep voice. Then he picked up another cup of coffee, taking a sip elegantly.

After putting the mug down, he continued to read again.

He concentrated on the book naturally as if what had happened was just a tiny accident just now.

Florence, however, was in a daze. She couldn’t help but glance at Ernest’s coffee again and again.

It seemed that cup of coffee was Reynold’s, although he had gone to carry a chair and hadn’t come back yet...

He wasn’t here but his coffee was drunk by Ernest. Florence thought that she should have reminded Ernest...

But it was drunk already now...

After hesitation for a long while, Florence finally decided not to remind him.

After all, she had decided to distance herself from Ernest. If it was unnecessary to talk to him, she wouldn’t.

Florence secretly moved her chair away from him a bit, distancing herself from him. Then she forced herself to ignore the man next to her and continue o read.

Turning the page of the book in his hands, Ernest watched all of Florence’s movements secretly.

Pressing his thin lips, he curled up his lips into a playful smile.

Although Florence explained the key point to Ernest just now, she also got to understand the point in her book, so she could read the further content smoothly.

After reading for a while, she encountered another difficulty like just now.

Without the supplemental explanation in the book that Ernest was reading, she found another key point that was hard to understand.

At this moment, Ernest pushed his book to her again.

He asked naturally, “Do you understand what this means?”

The content that he was pointing at was exactly the supplemental content for the point that puzzled her.

Florence looked over at him in confusion. It could be a coincidence just now, but it happened for the second time. She couldn’t help but wonder if he was doing it intentionally.

“Did you happen to stop at this point?”

Ernest looked quite calm.

“Yeah. It seems some details are not explained here.”

That was why he couldn’t understand it.

Also, that was why he needed to ask Florence.

His words were quite reasonable, and Florence couldn’t find any words to deny.

She grabbed his book and turned a few pages back. Surely enough, the content of the book was quite similar to that of the book in her hands, which were references to each other.

Those two books were supposed to read at the same time, weren’t they?