My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

After a moment of hesitation, Florence finally sat down beside Ernest, leaving a wary distance hovering between them.

Despite the distance, plenty of hostile looks and razor-sharp gazes were being shot at her immediately.

It was obvious that all the women called to work wanted to sit beside Ernest and please him. However, they could only entertain his friends since he was aloof and forbidding, not wanting any woman to be by his side.

An attractive woman blurted out in sarcasm, “Mr. Hammer, isn’t she your friend whom you have brought over? I don’t think it’s suitable for her to sit beside Mr. Hawkins.”

Upon hearing the woman’s words, Florence became more guarded and sat bolt upright. Despite their engagement to each other, Ernest must not have wanted people to acquaint with their relationship since they were out having fun.

“Mr. Hawkins, I will sit at another spot,” Florence murmured under her breath and started getting up from her seat. However, before she could manage to leave her spot, a big hand had grabbed onto her and pulled her back to her seat, but this time she was closely seated next to Ernest with no space in between them.

Florence could certainly sense the exquisite and sophisticated scent exuding from his body, and her heart started to flutter uncontrollably.

His tone was full of no-nonsense as he said, “Where do you think you are going as my fiancée?”

Her heart skipped a beat as she did not expect Ernest to reveal her status in this kind of situation.

It was evident that all those present here had quite remarkable and distinctive disposition, all of them cladded in exquisite aura. They should all be his mates, but Florence did not recall any of them attending their engagement ceremony. It must be because Ernest was apathetic about the engagement with her that none of his pals had attended.

But now…

All of Ernest’s companions gaped at the two on the sofa with astonishment as they had not seen him approaching any woman before this.

It seemed that Harold was right; she indeed was special to Ernest.

“Hi, I am Stephen Thomas. Sorry that I could not make it to your engagement ceremony with Ernest as I was out of the country when it took place. Let me toast to you to make it up for that today.”

Stephen paced towards her and handed her a drink mannerly.

Florence took an unsettling glimpse towards Ernest only to perceive that his thin lips were pursed together. She could not discern his mood as his striking face was expressionless and unimpassioned.

of the cup and make a toast

another man came up to her to make

first one to reach when it’s the time for your wedding with Ernest.

was most likely impossible to be held, she thought to

to attempt to drink, but her glass was taken

from his fixed gaze on the men, “Are you guys trying to down her one by one and make her

the first time that we

were only going to make her drink a toast to each of them in turn, Florence would have been drunk if not wasted as her alcohol tolerance level

gaze dimmed as he raised his glass to clink with Anthony’s. “I will drink for her.” Soon after, he finished off the drink

was a wonder that Ernest Hawkins, who was

was breeding with ambivalence as the man beside her chugged more and more glasses of alcohol for her. She felt like she was indulging in his refuge, and it led

a drink when it was his turn to toast. He set it on the table, and said, “How boring it is to just drink? Since there are so many

up

they played, but with a game like truth or dare, he would

she was asked to play the game

even speak, Anthony had already placed the rolling dice in front

round is

the offer when all keen eyes were on her, so she comforted herself that it was only going to be a casual

Harold got chosen as the first

a lucky streak tonight,” he jokingly

someone who is of the same sex to perform a Kabedon manoeuvre

the idea down disapprovingly, “What the hell? To use the Kabedon on

if he had to do it to

said, “Serves you right. Harold. Guys, take out your phones and be prepared

hit on girls if all of you record

who had all taken out their phones with bitter resentment in his eyes, and after giving

they wouldn’t dare to record if it was you, so could you do me a favour and let