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

something catch in his

faster take a look. I need to get this

order quickly, and there were

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

dare to

started studying them, and

interest was immediately piqued, and he turned his

what is the theme of

before he spouted these words, “Take a

but what if I misunderstand

Harold said teasingly.

cold glance at

“Really? For real?”

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

for mother than twenty years, this was the first time he had seen Ernest seriously considering to confess to a woman.

it to me, I will conjure a very romantic design fit for the occasion. Your confession would be halfway successful with my

nothing to worry about, but now that Harold was looking very serious, Ernest suddenly felt a headache.

as he warned, “Don’t

words for it. How could Ernest knew what he was

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

Too bad, too bad.

backyard promptly went into a huge

personally to ensure that everything was done to the best possible

kinds of thorns in Florence’s heart so that

to get in touch with Ernest. She decided to loiter around Senna International Community to try

the villa wasn’t closed off.

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

the colour scheme was one of light colours. The villa

undergone a huge change. There were flowers everywhere and the fragrance was

beautiful sight, but it didn’t

something, Gemma felt something tighten in her heart as

you renovating

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