My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 240

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.