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.

now was to make a dash to the subway station which

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

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

standing still on the ground as she carefully weighed the benefits of getting a lift at times like this. Even though it was very tempting, she felt uneasy and fearful to

thin lips lightly, and danger

Do I look scary?”

admit it in front of him even though she secretly

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

drenched. Her face blushed from

his towering figure made the confined space in the car seem

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

after seeing her action, and he pulled out another towel for her again. “Wiped the water off your body,” he said with a