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.”

a visit? I plan to return

was a two-second interval of silence at the

“Alright.”

a taxi to head to the villa area of

cars were not allowed to enter the villa’s compound, so Florence could only get off at the

traverse this area on feet, it would take up a lot of

let Ernest wait for too long. With the bag

moment, a security guard

“Miss, are you Florence.”

Florence gaped at the security

replied with a guffaw, “The thing is, Mr. Hawkins has arranged

said that, he pointed at a

never thought that Ernest would

she said her thanks

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

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

access to this

a strange feeling spreading within her, Florence still decided to press the

“Ding dong.”

“Ding dong.”

time, yet nobody was there to open the door

that Ernest was not there?

he not heard the

stood on the same spot while feeling a little distressed. After thinking for a while, she used her own fingerprint to open the door.

the compound of the villa, Florence sneaked a look at

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

choice but to venture deeper into the villa

the

from

chance to take a good look at

it looked like a private and majestic garden belonging to some

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

standing in front of a row of grass, and he seemed

just now but you didn’t respond. I thought that maybe you didn’t heard it, so I have come in

recorded your fingerprint on the machine, that means you can come in whenever you

through the corner of his eyes and his tone was as natural

stunned. She was

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

the evening dress with a look that indicated he wasn’t interested

to give this dress to Florence since she had worn it, but he