My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Chapter 240: Your Book Is Upside Down

Timothy followed them in. He put the tray on the only desk inside the room and cast a glance at the only chair next to the desk.

He said, “Ms. Fraser, please have some coffee before continuing. You’ll feel refreshed.”

Florence paused her paces. Indeed, she was not in a good mood today and she was always absent- minded.

It was so rare for her to see such good books, and she couldn’t waste the good resource.

Hence, Florence walked to the desk and wanted to sit down for a coffee. Much to her surprise, she only found one chair next to the desk.

Reynold also followed her there. When seeing the only chair, he was surprised, too.

Timothy explained calmly, “Usually not so many people would come here, so probably the staff didn’t put more chairs here. Mr. Myron, why don’t you move a chair over here from the other documentation room?”

As he spoke, Timothy added, “I’ve got to go back to my work. I’m sorry for unable to help you.”

Reynold was about to say that he didn’t want to take a sit, but her words were pressed back by Timothy’s words.

Since Timothy said so, if he refused to carry the chair over, he would look quite lazy in this way.

In Florence’s presence, Reynold didn’t want to leave her such an impression. After all, when they first met, he showed her his playboy’s image, which hadn’t been corrected.

“Flory, I’ll go get a chair,” turning around, Reynold said to Florence tenderly.

Florence nodded, watching Reynold leave the room. Then she sat down on the only chair.

“Ms. Fraser, I’m leaving now.”

Timothy also left the mini-library afterward. He also kindly closed the door behind him.

When Reynold left the mini-library, he rushed to the other documentation room. There was a bad hunch in his mind that he didn’t think it was safe to leave Florence alone in that mini-library.

He even planned to give up carrying the chair and turned around to go back.

However, he had told Florence that he was going to carry the chair. If he gave up, it would be a slap in his face. Besides, he wouldn’t have a seat there. In that case, Florence wouldn’t be able to focus on reading those books upon her personality.

After a thought, Reynold believed that he needed that chair indeed.

When he rushed to the other documentation room, he found that the door of the room was closed.

The door of the documentation room should be always open during the daytime, shouldn’t it?

Reynold frowned, reaching out to twist the doorknob. However, the door was not only closed but also locked.

He had just left for a few minutes. How come it was locked?

Reynold recalled that Timothy was the last one who left the room. He immediately realized that it was Timothy who had done it, wondering if it was on purpose.

Right then, Timothy passed by him, casting a glance at the closed door. “Mr. Myron, is this door locked? When I came out, the door was still open. It might be closed by the wind, I guess,” Timothy gave him a kindly reminder with the innocent on his face.

“This door was a security door. Whenever it’s closed, it’ll be locked automatically. You can only open it with a key. I guess the front desk should have a key. May I help you make a call and ask them to deliver it here?”

“No, thanks!” Reynold refused without any hesitation. By a man’s instinct, he could tell that Timothy didn’t have a good intention.

If he agreed to let Timothy call the front desk for the key, he didn’t think he would get the key eventually.

“Please don’t bother. I’m not gonna holding you up. I can call them myself.”

“All right. If you need any help, you can call me, too,” Timothy said with a smile.

Then he left under Reynold’s gaze from his face with a wry smile.

Reynold glared at Timothy’s receding figure and felt that this special assistant was as disgusting as his boss.

He even didn’t have Timothy’s number. How could he call Timothy?

Timothy must have said that to piss him off deliberately.

Reynold suppressed the anger and quickly called the front desk of the hotel.

The receptionist politely said that they would send someone to bring him the key. Reynold could only wait at the door.

At the corner of the corridor, Timothy eavesdropped Reynold’s call. An evil smile appeared on his face.

He muttered, “Mr. Myron, I hope you are patient enough.”

In the mini-library.

After taking a few sips of the coffee, Florence stood up and continued looking for the books.

All the books were valuable collections, which couldn’t be found usually. She immediately became so energetic. How she wished that she could have hundreds of eyes so that she could finish reading all of the books.

However, the most important books for her were those for 9Q.

Florence suppressed her impulse to take all the books away. She walked forward and found the section of 9Q.

Her eyes lit up. She walked over joyfully.

However, when she arrived in front of the bookshelf, she was startled, looking at the tall and strong man standing there in surprise.

The man was reading a book in his hands while standing titled.

His side face with perfect outlines showed up in front of Florence. His concentrating look made him like a painting that could freeze time.

Florence’s heart almost stopped beating. She stared at him in a daze.

As if he just noticed that there was someone in front of him, the man raised his head. Looking over at Florence, his eyes darkened.

“Florence, why are you here?”

His low voice was quite pleasant to hear, as mellow as a symphony.

Florence came back to her senses, blushing in a panic.

Just now, she had lost her mind because of staring at him, which made her feel so embarrassed now.

She immediately explained, “I... I came here to find some references.”

“Okay,” Ernest answered, and then he looked back at his book and continued to read.

It seemed that he was quite interested in the book. In the silence, Florence didn’t have the heart to disturb him.

Florence wanted to ask him why he was here. However, seeing him like this, she swallowed her words back.

She felt quite complicated. Ernest looked quite charming in this way, but he didn’t speak to her, which made him quite aloof.

Perhaps being distant was the best.

Florence comforted herself and forced to tear off her gaze from Ernest in difficulty. She turned around and started looking for her books.

All books on the bookshelf were about 9Q. A lot of them were quite valuable for Florence at this phase.

However, Ernest was standing quite close to her. Although he kept silent, Florence couldn’t ignore him at all. Her heart hammered uncontrollably. She couldn’t calm down at all.

She just knew that she couldn’t read in his presence.

Florence quickly browsed the books on the bookshelf. Then she found the books that she needed to read the most. After she found two books, the third book she wanted was in front of Ernest.

She wanted to go over and pick it up, but in that case, she must speak to him and ask him to move aside.

However, Ernest was reading his book so silently, Florence couldn’t disturb him. Besides, they hadn’t talk normally for so many days.

After hesitating for a while, Florence decided to give up on that book first.

With the other two books in her arms, she walked to the only desk in this mini-library, sat down, and started reading.

However, when opening the book, she couldn’t calm down at all. Her attention would always be drawn by Ernest.

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It seemed that he had never been in charge of anything relevant to design. Why was he reading a design-relevant book?

Was he here for her specially? However, he didn’t seem to have the intention to talk to her.

Florence’s mind was wandering. Right then, a man’s deep and pleasant voice was heard in front of her.

“Your book is upside down.”

Florence was startled and looked at the opened book in front of her. Sure enough, it was truly upside down.

And she had turned several pages.

What on earth was she reading?

Florence felt so ashamed that her face turned liver-colored. She retorted irritably, “I know!”

Without raising her head, she knew that it was Ernest who was standing in front of her. He had seen such an embarrassing thing, and she even didn’t have the guts to look up at him at all.