My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

The distance between the two of them rapidly closed in, and as she felt the scent of a man’s intruding into her nose, Florence instinctively wanted to take a step back. However, she was grabbed by Ernest.

With a tug of his wrist, her body lurched forward into his arms.

The close proximity between them made her heart shudder.

Florence blushed while trying to push him away, “Wh…What are you doing?”

“Florence, answer my question.”

Ernest stared squarely into her eyes and asked in his hoarse voice.

His handsome face was just inches away, and when he spoke, it felt like his thin lips were going to get into contact with her skin.

Florence’s brain was a mess at the moment.

“We… we are just fiancé and fiancée…”

“You are still aware that I am your fiancé?”

Ernest interrupted her and his gaze which was fixated on her was very dark and offensive.

Florence was stunned for a moment and suddenly understood the reason Ernest was being so upset.

She was his fiancée now, so although she was pretending to be someone else’s girlfriend, it would still hurt his reputation.

Florence began apologetically, “Sorry, I promise that I won’t repeat this kind of thing again. I will make sure to abide by a fiancée’s behaviour.”

Upon hearing that, the corner of Ernest’s lips raised slightly. It seemed that this was a satisfactory answer for him.

He spoke in his bass voice meaningfully, “Remember what you have just said. Fulfil your duty as a fiancée well.”

In Florence’s eyes, to fulfil a fiancée’s duty meant to put on an act together with Ernest in this one month as they faced all types of friends and relatives.

This was what she had to do, and she didn’t think much about it at that time. However, what happened next made her want to snatch back her words dearly.

After the banquet had ended, Florence removed her evening dress and accessories and placed them neatly in a bag.

She was a designer, so naturally she had good eyes for the value of these things. This evening dress was a luxurious item worth a few million yuan, so of course she had to return them.

It was a weekend today, and early in the morning, she made a call to Ernest.

This was Ernest’s private number, so in no time, her called was answered.

Florence began politely, “Mr. Hawkins, are you at home now?”

“Yes.”

to pay you a visit? I plan to return the evening dress I have worn

of silence at the other end, then Ernest’s sexy and magnetic

“Alright.”

the phone, Florence hailed a taxi to head

so Florence could only

If one were to traverse this area on feet, it would take

wait for too long. With the bag of clothes in hand, she was about to break into

a security

“Miss, are you Florence.”

at the security guard

thing is, Mr. Hawkins has arranged for us to send

that, he pointed at

honestly surprised as she never thought that Ernest would be so immaculate.

spreading in her heart, she said her thanks before

of Ernest’s villa, and then he slowly

she laid eyes on the lock on the gate images from that night came back to her. Ernest had pulled on her fingers to

could gain access to this

decided to press the doorbell out of

“Ding dong.”

“Ding dong.”

some time, yet nobody was there to

be that Ernest was

he not

little distressed. After thinking for a while, she used her

Florence sneaked

huge, bright and luxurious, but there was no sign of Ernest anywhere.

no choice but to venture deeper into the villa

to the

voice came from

was a blur. She had no chance to take a good look at this place, so she didn’t know that there was a spacious back

trimmed immaculately, and it looked like a private and majestic

give off a different vibe compared to when he was dressed in suits and leather shoes. He had a

row of grass, and he seemed to be

out of politeness, she explained, “I have pressed the doorbell just now but you didn’t respond. I thought that maybe you didn’t heard it, so I have come in here on my

that means you can come in whenever you

glanced at Florence through the corner of his eyes and his

slightly stunned. She was not

bag in her hand to Ernest, “This is yesterday’s evening gown.

a look that

worn it, but he