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?”

were simple, yet it sounded

catch in his

need to get this place renovated properly before tomorrow

an order quickly, and there

weighing down on him. He wasn’t Ernest’s employee,

didn’t dare to oppose Mr.

design and started studying them, and in

interest was immediately piqued, and he turned his face

is the theme of your design this

discomfort appeared on Ernest’s face before he

take a look by myself, but what if

Harold said teasingly.

swept his cold glance

“Really? For real?”

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

years, this was the first time he had seen Ernest seriously considering to confess to a woman. The actual scene itself

to me, I will conjure a very romantic design fit for the occasion. Your

with such mischief, Ernest would have nothing to worry

warned, “Don’t do something outlandish

for it. How could Ernest knew what he

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,

Too bad, too bad.

promptly went into a huge

this, Ernst contributed his efforts personally

kinds of thorns in Florence’s heart so

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

the gate of the villa wasn’t closed off. Gemma went

moment she entered, she discovered to her surprise that the originally monotonous and simplistic

place felt gentle and the colour scheme was one of light colours. The villa felt like a

a huge change. There were flowers everywhere and

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

tighten in her heart as she hurried to Ernest’s

you renovating the

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