My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Ernest was at the wheel as he drove Florence back to City N in his car.

When they were passing through the city center, she noticed that the interview footage of Isabel was being played on the huge screen located at the top of the skyscraper.

Isabel was the winner of the Ovi Fashion Design Contest that had taken place tonight.

She was giving her acceptance speech in a modest manner in front of numerous reporters whom were interviewing her after the contest had ended.

After seeing Isabel’s face on the screen, Florence was down in the dumps again after her mood had finally managed to loosen up a little a while earlier.

She was grief-stricken as the realization that she would not be able to step on that magnificent stage anymore had hit her badly.

After discerning her air of despondency and dismal frame of mind, Ernest whom was driving by her side proceeded to pull over by the roadside.

He turned his head towards her and looked at her with his impassioned gaze, “Tell me what had happened, Florence.”

It was the first time that he had asked her tonight.

Florence’s heart was full of bitterness while she stared at him undecidedly, dithering the need to answer his question as it was between Isabel and her. Everything that Isabel had done so far was built on the purpose to cause harm to her and bring her down. However, what Isabel had on her now was related to Ernest as well, and she might even drag him into their feud.

After giving it some thought, Florence finally decided to divulge the fact that Isabel was threatening her.

“I’m so sorry, Mr. Hawkins. Isabel had gotten wind of our fake engagement in consequence of me. I will try my best to appease her in hopes that she would not reveal the secret to Mrs. Hawkins.”

When Ernest had come to pick her up, he had a hunch that Isabel must have done something to make Florence give up her spot in the contest, but he was surprised to find out that her reason was related to himself.

He narrowed his eyes and leaned close to her all of a sudden, his penetrating gaze transfixed on her as he asked word by word, “You seemed to care a lot about my family, do you?”

His breath had almost sprinkled all over her face as they were only inches away from each other, and the atmosphere around them had slowly heated up.

Florence’s body tensed up as her heart started to race frantically. After all her lengthy explanation, the only key point which Mr. Hawkins had taken in was she cared about his family?

She felt slightly embarrassed as she replied, “Since I have already given you my word, I will try my best to keep my promise.”

Ernest’s eyes as he took

up on

had

“Ring---”

rang at that

he picked it up without a second

in a perturbed manner after he had hung up, “Is everything alright, Mr.

as he shot her a deep glance, “Grandma had

How could Isabel go back on

dreadful news while being infuriated by how Isabel had reneged on her promise so easily, but at the same time distress had started to

anxiety as she asked, “What is your grandmother’s

butler who had informed me just now. I have to rush back

her and asked, “Do you

“Sure.”

felt the need to bear full responsibility for what had happened this round, so she agreed to his proposal without any hint of hesitation. “I will try my best to clear up

trust on this matter

reassured her, “Grandma is not an unreasonable person, so don’t worry too much for

a minimal extent. She hoped that Georgia would at least wait for them to give her an explanation about the pressing matter at

was situated in the city’s most affluent region and occupying an extremely wide area of land. The palatial European style buildings

chateau, two

she noticed an elder whom was dressed in the butler’s attire dashing to Ernest and reported in a voice full of apprehension, “You are back home at last, Mr.

a swift as he

the bad news as she hurried up to keep pace with

the bedroom, and those who

stared at the old lady lying on the bed with somberness in his

has resumed to the normal level and she is in a stable

reminder, “Her health condition is not optimistic, so

was left fuming with rage while the air around him was surcharged with tension. He turned around and shot his frosty gaze towards his aunt, Brianna Horace,

always been a supercilious woman whom liked to put on grand air in front of everyone, instant fear and trepidation had crept up onto her at that