My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Florence panicked from Harold’s stare and she subconsciously kept a distance away from him. “Is there anything wrong? Mr. Hammer.”

“Florence, we’ve met quite a few times back then, and I’ve even come all the way to treat you during midnight when you fell sick last time, so I guess we’re friends now?” Florence was speechless to see him mentioning how he treated her last time and she nodded. “Yes.” Harold then let out a victorious smile. “Since we’re friends, I suppose you have to help me spice up the banquet organized at my house tonight?”

Florence choked. Could she possibly say no? She could not reject him, but she had promised to treat Ernest dinner at the same time. Feeling troubled, she looked towards Ernest and asked in a cautious way, “Mr. Hawkins, why don’t we go to Harold’s house together?” They would still have their dinner at the banquet; it was just that it was at a different location. Ernest stared at her with an uncanny look. “Are you sure you want to go?” Florence felt his question weird inexplicably, as if what she agreed to was a trap. Yet since she could not figure out what was actually wrong, she nodded.

Ernest did not say another word and he went inside the car. He then ordered, “Go to AK Image.” AK Image Design Solutions was a place special for nobles to make hair styles and dress up, and that also meant Ernest had agreed to go. Harold let out a smile in delight. As expected, as long as Florence stood out, Ernest would change his mind. It seemed like targeting Florence would be the fastest and most accurate way to accomplish something.

Florence went for makeup upon reaching AK image. Harold went back first. Before he left, he reminded Florence over and over again to come and she must also bring Ernest with her too. Florence was baffled and she kept on feeling that he had unspeakable plan towards Ernest.

One hour later, the designer walked out of the room and seeing Ernest who had already sat on the couch, she spoke with deference, “Mr. Hawkins, Ms. Fraser is done.” Ernest put down the newspaper and looked up. He saw the room door being opened from the inside and Florence was walking out with a pale blue long dress embroidered with gems. The fitting dress had made her body figure looked curvier and alluring. She was wearing little makeup and was looking pretty but without a loss of innocence. Ernest had seen many attractive women, but it was only the woman before him that had amazed him greatly. Florence blushed from his stare and she felt slightly embarrassing. She walked to him on her high heels and said, “Sorry for the wait.”

“It’s okay,” Ernest spoke blandly. He then stood to his feet and walked towards her. He extended his hand and suddenly grabbed hers. Florence was stupefied and she wanted to retrieve her hand as a reflex. “Mr. Hawkins?”

onto her finger. Florence’s heart raced uncontrollably when she felt the ring surrounded her finger. She only noticed then it was their engagement ring. Wasn’t the ring supposed to be at her home? Why did it appear here? As if understanding her confusion, Ernest explained with a moderate speed, “I’ve asked Tim to take it here. Your identity tonight is

identity to show up at any event again, and she would never

organized at the manor of Harold’s house at the suburb. The huge manor was decorated magnificently and a long red carpet was even laid outside the main entrance of the villa. The moment the Lamborghini car stopped at the end of the red carpet, two boys quickly moved forward and pulled the car doors open at both sides with deference. Florence got out of the car and naturally walked towards Ernest’s

by the rule and she doubted the necessity to stay with him all the time. Florence

a pretty lady. “Come, let’s go inside together.” Florence thought it to be unreasonable. Harold was the host, yet he had refused to go inside and was determined to wait for Ernest’s arrival. Why was that so? As if already

standing together in groups, socializing and chatting. Yet it was possible to tell that the proportion of women was clearly way higher than the men tonight under careful observations. Most of the ladies had paid much attention to dressing up and everyone of them was as dazzling as a flower. They always maintained their most

main entrance and an excited voice could be heard vaguely. “Mr. Hammer is here.” Upon receiving the news, the women all actively approached the entrance at once and were

was in fact a banquet for blind date that was known by everyone

in. Contradictory to their expectations, two men and two women came in. And one of the men

god,

such a handsome man before. I’m falling in love. Who is he? Is he Mr.