My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

“Cooperate with me, and let’s finish what we started last night,” Ernest said nonchalantly, but his resoluteness to achieve his goal was conveyed through his imperative tone.

Florence’s fluke mentality that she had gotten away from the matter yesterday shattered as he brought it up again.

She stared at Ernest and said adamantly, “Mr. Hawkins, I will definitely submit the summary to you tomorrow.”

After finishing her sentence, Florence packed her belongings hurriedly as she could not bring herself to look at Ernest again.

“I will get off work now, see you tomorrow.” She grasped her bag and bolted at the speed of light, dreading being in the same room space with Ernest any longer.

Florence walked out from the lobby of the company but was surprised to be greeted with a downpour. Pea-sized rain droplets struck the floor relentlessly, and the gusty storm came with a blustery wind that blew vigorously on her.

Florence couldn’t help but to shiver uncontrollably. She looked out from the lobby, frantically trying to search for taxis nearby butt that was to no avail.

The taxi drivers must have gotten off work and gone home in this horrible weather, she thought to herself. Her colleagues had left too, leaving her no one to share an umbrella with.

option now was to make a dash to the subway station which was around a few hundred metres away in

the pouring rain, Florence gritted her teeth and mustered her courage to sprint for the subway station after some moment of hesitation. Just when she was about to take off, a limited-edition customized Lamborghini stopped in

window rolled down at a slow pace, unveiling Ernest’s stunning face. He looked at her, his thin lips opening slightly, and he said,

as she carefully weighed the benefits of getting a lift at times like this.

pursed his thin lips lightly, and danger started to

Do I look scary?” he

to admit it in front

conceded in the end and walked towards the car, “Sorry for the trouble

was already dripping wet, resulting in the backseats being slightly drenched. Her face blushed from embarrassment for creating such a hassle. She tried to lean towards the door and

towering figure made the confined space in the car

clean towel out of nowhere and threw it over to Florence. “Thank you.” She quickly grabbed it and wiped the

action, and he pulled out another towel for her again.