My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

No matter which one he was referring to, he would still be a douchebag no matter what.

“Mr. Hawkins, I am not joking with you. I hope that you can end our marriage the sooner the better.”

Florence sounded extremely serious when she said this.

Ernest was very helpless. She obviously didn’t believe a word he had said.

However, he wouldn’t allow her to continue distancing herself from him anymore.

It seemed that something about their relationship had to be changed.

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In the villa of Senna International Community, Harold was rubbing his half-closed eyes as he entered the villa, “Ernest, why did you summon me here so early in the morning? It is even too early for stealing.”

“Come to the backyard.”

Ernest’s voice which wasn’t too loud or soft came from the backyard.

It was still early and the sky was still dark. Was Ernest really in the backyard to steal something?

Harold was really speechless but he didn’t dare to voice out his thoughts. He made his way to the backyard with a slow pace.

To his surprise, he found that the originally magnificent backyard had turned into a flat desolate piece of land. All types of vegetation had been wiped off the face of the ground.

He suddenly didn’t feel sleepy anymore as he marched towards Ernest, “Did your villa get attacked by terrorists? Or has there been a missile here? Are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere?”

As he said that, he reached out his hands towards Ernest to check his clothes. But his hands were swatted away mercilessly by Ernest.

“The backyard is going to undergo a transformation with flowers as the main theme. Take a look at this design blueprint. Tell me if there’s anything that needs improvement or modification.”

Harold carried the design in his arms as the corners of his mouth twitched hard. He looked at Ernest as if Ernest was some monster.

“You called me here so early in the morning just to let me take a look at this design?”

This was such a trivial matter. Was it worth it for him to make a special visit for this? Moreover, this was not the time he usually woke up.

Hearing that Harold was complaining, Ernest glanced sideways at Harold, “Do you have something to say?”

simple, yet it

in his throat

look. I need to get this place renovated properly before

dished out an order quickly, and there were workers waiting

immense pressure weighing down on him. He

didn’t dare to oppose Mr.

flipped open the design and started studying them, and in no time

turned his

theme of your design

appeared on Ernest’s face before he spouted these words, “Take

what if I

Harold said teasingly.

cold glance

“Really? For real?”

was jumping up and down. He stared at Ernest, “You

young anymore, and after being his brother for mother than twenty years, this was the first time he had seen Ernest seriously considering to confess

patted his chest with a solemn expression, “This design is still lacking something important. Leave it to me, I

worry about, but now that Harold was looking very serious, Ernest suddenly felt a

face darkened as he warned, “Don’t do something outlandish

any words for it. How could Ernest knew what he

would be standing in front of a huge garden with the words

Too bad, too bad.

promptly went into a huge

his efforts personally to ensure that everything was done to the

kinds of thorns in Florence’s heart so that she would

wasn’t able to get in touch with Ernest. She decided to loiter around Senna International Community to try her luck, and luckily, she was able to find Ernest at

gate of the villa wasn’t closed off. Gemma

she entered, she discovered to her surprise that the originally monotonous and simplistic design of the villa was

the colour scheme was one of light colours. The villa

flowers everywhere and the fragrance

beautiful sight, but it didn’t suit Ernest’s style

realizing something, Gemma felt something tighten in her heart as she hurried to Ernest’s side

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female owner of the