My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 239

Florence and Reynold walked to the documentation room directly.

Due to the cooperation between the two cities, Hawkins Group had particularly prepared a documentation room. Most of the design documentation had been moved here, which was like a special library.

Florence walked in, standing in front of the bookshelf and starting looking for the documents as Reynold told her.

Seeing that she was busy working after coming in, Reynold felt a bit relieved. It seemed that Florence was indeed cold to Ernest. If this went on, she should give up on him completely.

As long as he could stand by Florence and help her go through this period of time, Reynold believed that he could become closer to her naturally.

“Flory, I’ll look for them here.”

Reynold stood in front of the bookshelf that was behind Florence, quickly browsing the books and references for her.

Florence focused on the referencing books in front of her, looking as if she was busy looking for the books. However, when her gaze fell on a useful book, she looked away without a stop.

At this moment, only she herself knew that Ernest’s face kept flashing through her mind although she was looking at those books.

“Flory, have you found it?”

Reynold walked to Florence with a book in his hands.

His voice brought her back to reality in an instant.

Florence looked away and shook her head. “Not yet.” In fact, she even didn’t know what books she had browsed just now. Hence, she just took it as she hadn’t found any.

Reynold cast a secret glance at the book in front of her, which could be useful.

Then he said with a gentle smile, “Take a break. We can look for it later.”

Florence knew that she still hadn’t calmed down yet, so she nodded in agreement. She walked to the desk that was next to the bookshelves with Reynold for a rest.

“This book is useful. Take a look.”

Reynold handed the book to Florence. “By the way, you didn’t eat much food just now. Are you hungry? I can order some desserts for you.”

“No, thank you.”

Florence shook her head to refuse. She didn’t have a good appetite recently.

She bent down her head and started reading. Reynold didn’t insist, but he slightly creased his brows.

‘Florence, how long will it take you to forget that man and stop being so absent-minded?’ his inner voice asked.

He wondered when she could see him who was standing by her.

“Knock... Knock...”

When Reynold was immersed in his imagination, there were two slight knocks on the door.

Timothy was holding a tray with two cups of coffee and some deserts, walking over.

“Ms. Fraser, your high-tea.”

All the desserts on the plate were Florence’s favorite, which was almost the same as the high-tea prepared by Ernest before.

Florence was slightly taken aback. Ernest’s face became clearer in her mind. She felt messier and couldn’t tell how she felt exactly at this moment.

Subconsciously, she refused, “Please don’t bother. I’m not in the mood for the high-tea. Please take them away.”

Timothy stood motionlessly and answered her with the words prepared ahead, “Ms. Fraser, please don’t misunderstand it. It’s a benefit from the company. Everyone has a portion. If you don’t like it, you can take it back to your team. I just deliver it to you by the way.”

He meant that he wouldn’t take it back.

Florence gaped at Timothy directly, trying to figure out if there would be any difference in his expression. However, she could only see the respect and politeness on his smiling face.

She wondered if he was telling truth or not.