My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Ernest also stood up and walked out with his long legs.

There was a hint of joy in his deep voice, “I’ll send you off.”

“...” The last person that she wanted to see now was him, okay?

“No need for that. I’ll leave myself.”

Florence immediately walked outside without looking back.

As she walked out of the gate, she wanted to call a taxi using a mobile app in her phone, but as soon as she switched on her phone, she was stunned to see that her lock screen had been replaced...

It was the picture that she took of Ernest!

It turned out that Ernest took her phone earlier to replace her current lock screen to the picture of him.

This was too...

Florence’s cheeks turned red, and her heart was pounding out of her chest.

At that moment, a Lamborghini drove over and stopped in front of Florence. The window of the driver’s seat descended, revealing Ernest’s charming face.

“Get in.”

Florence held her phone as her face blushed. She dared not look at him, “I’m calling a cab.”

“This is a private manor, there’s no way a car could’ve gotten in.”

Ernest looked straight into Florence’s eyes and lowered his voice, “Grandma is still watching us. Are you sure you want to have an argument with me now?”

Upon hearing the last sentence, Florence’s temper was all gone.

Grandma was still watching, so they had to be lovey-dovey.

She gritted her teeth in anger and unwillingly got into the car.

Ernest started the engine of the car and drove away. The corner of his lips curved into a faint smile.

After the Lamborghini drove away, Georgia and the old housekeeper stood side by side at the balcony on the second floor, looking at the car driving further away.

Georgia had these thoughts in her mind, so she asked, “Johan, do you think they’re truly together?”

The old housekeeper grinned. His voice was slow and gentle.

“It seemed real to me.”

They might look as if they were really together, but no one knew if that was really the case.

answer was undefined, but it was the answer that

distance and sighed heavily, “No matter

...

Florence should have returned to the company for work. However, since Ernest wanted to transfer her to the Hawkins Group, she came to the company to

to the door of the company early in the morning,

in their hands,

for

brought her flowers first thing in the

clothing in the future. The dress that you made in Ovi Fashion Design College is really beautiful. You are born to be in the design platform. Florence, it doesn’t matter if you manage to get into the final round of Ovi Fashion Design

girls, Florence seemed to see the shadows of herself back

touchingly, “Thank you, I will not give up on

the stage that belonged to

good mood. After all, it was a blessing to

the design department to

her actions, her colleagues looked over at her. Their eyes

didn’t look at her with their initial contempt and ridicule

what are you

hot milk tea in his hands, and saw that she was packing her

suddenly sank. He strode towards her and grabbed her

you resigning? Don’t be discouraged, what exactly happened that night? Tell me, I’ll help you

her hand, she startled for a moment and quickly withdrew

bad intentions, but right now she was Ernest’s

resigning. I got

that meant she

of the man that he heard on the phone last night, Cooper’s face was pale

relationship with

the only friend she had in the

“He’s

“What?”

shocked that he

possibilities of their relationship. They might be

fiancée - his genuine fiancée that the Hawkins family had held a grand engagement ceremony for half

what qualifications did he have to compete

Florence thought he was unhappy that she had lied

guilty and explained, “I’m sorry for not telling you the truth before. I don’t want to be treated differently just because I’m Ernest’s fiancée. Thank you for your help during this period, and I

He was only regarded as a friend.

were only friends, but he couldn’t control

themselves, isn’t

pretended like nothing had happened and handed the

going straight to the Hawkins Group later? Do you need

has arranged a

milk