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 sounded

catch in his throat

look. I need to get this

out an order quickly, and there were

down on him. He wasn’t Ernest’s

to oppose Mr. Hawkins.

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

he turned his face towards Ernest with an ambiguous

the theme of your

flash of discomfort appeared on Ernest’s face before he spouted

by myself, but what if I misunderstand your theme? If the direction of design

Harold said teasingly.

cold glance at

“Really? For real?”

and down. He stared at Ernest, “You are finally going to confess

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

still lacking something important. Leave it to me, I will conjure a very romantic design fit for the occasion. Your confession would be halfway

Ernest would have nothing to worry about, but

face darkened as he warned, “Don’t do

any words for it. How could

his ideas, wouldn’t Florence be able to immediately grasp Ernest’s intentions? The noble and mighty Ernest would be standing in front of a huge garden with the words “Florence, I love you” erected behind him. The scene would

Too bad, too bad.

promptly went into a

two days after this, Ernst contributed his efforts personally to ensure that everything

of thorns in Florence’s

had come back, she wasn’t able to get in touch with Ernest. She decided to loiter around Senna International Community to try her luck, and

villa wasn’t closed off.

the originally monotonous and simplistic design

one of light colours. The villa

huge change. There were flowers everywhere and the fragrance was overflowing. The

but it

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

are you renovating the

welcome the female owner of the