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.

make a toast with Stephen while wearing a smile on

drink, another man came up to her to make a

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

most likely impossible to be held, she thought to herself, but she

attempt to drink, but her glass was taken away

fixed gaze on the men, “Are

that their plan was busted, all their eyes started to float around in a guilt-ridden manner. Anthony coughed and earnestly started his speech in all seriousness, “This is the first time that we are meeting Florence, and

drink a toast to each of them in turn, Florence

as he raised his glass to clink with Anthony’s. “I will drink

stared at Ernest in a stun as he was dumbfounded. He thought Ernest was just treating his fiancée differently than the others, but it was a wonder that Ernest Hawkins, who was distant and usually treated everything else with

for her. She felt like she was indulging in his refuge, and it led

to toast. He set it on the table, and said, “How boring it is to just drink? Since there are so many of us here,

brilliant idea. Florence, you should join the game,” Anthony instantly picked up on Harold’s intention, and he grinned brightly while extending an invitation to

that they played, but with a game like truth

asked to play the game with a bunch of guys whom she barely

Anthony had already placed the rolling dice in front

first round is yours, Florence.”

to turn down the offer when all keen eyes were on her, so she

cast the dice and Harold got chosen

am on a lucky streak tonight,” he jokingly scoffed and readily

stopped wavering, it pointed at a row of words: Choose someone who is of the same sex to

face blackened instantly as he shot the idea down disapprovingly, “What the hell? To use the Kabedon

had to do it to a

you right. Harold. Guys, take out your phones and be prepared to record this historic

hit on girls if all of you record it

out their phones with bitter resentment in his eyes, and after giving it some thought, he turned

record if it was you, so could you do me a favour and