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.”

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

of silence at the other end, then

“Alright.”

hailed a taxi to head to the villa area of Senna

the villa’s compound, so Florence could only get off

one were to traverse this area

vowed not to let Ernest wait for too long. With the bag of clothes

that moment, a security

“Miss, are you Florence.”

am.” Florence gaped at the

“The thing is, Mr. Hawkins

pointed at a luxurious tour car.

she never thought that Ernest would be so immaculate.

heart, she said her thanks before getting

door of Ernest’s villa, and then he slowly drove off in that same tour

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

to this place

spreading within her, Florence still decided to press the doorbell out

“Ding dong.”

“Ding dong.”

time, yet nobody was there

it be that Ernest was not there?

had he not

feeling a little distressed. After thinking

entering the compound of the villa, Florence sneaked a look at the huge

luxurious, but there was no

deeper into the villa while calling out softly, “Mr.

the back

magnetic voice came from the direction of the

no chance to take a good look at this place, so she didn’t know that there was a spacious back garden just behind the

greenery in the garden was trimmed immaculately, and it looked like a private and

elegantly in his casual wear which made him give off a different vibe compared to when he was dressed in suits and leather

standing in front of a row of grass,

doorbell just now but you didn’t respond. I thought that maybe

the machine, that means you can come in

Florence through the corner of his eyes and his

was slightly stunned. She was not used

handed the bag in her hand to Ernest, “This is yesterday’s evening gown. Let me return to

dress with a look that indicated he

since she had worn it, but he was too lazy to persuade her if