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?”

yet

felt something catch in his throat as he gave in,

to get this place renovated properly before

an order quickly, and there were workers waiting by the side

an immense pressure weighing down

to

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

he turned his face towards

is the theme of

appeared on Ernest’s face before he spouted these

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

Harold said teasingly.

his cold glance at

“Really? For real?”

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

time he had seen Ernest seriously considering

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

was saying all this with such mischief, Ernest would have nothing to worry about, but

darkened as he warned, “Don’t do

any words for it. How

be standing in front of a

Too bad, too bad.

promptly went into a huge

efforts personally to ensure that everything was done

kinds of thorns in Florence’s

with Ernest. She decided to loiter around Senna International Community to try her luck, and luckily,

renovation, the gate of the villa wasn’t closed off. Gemma

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

one of

lush backyard had undergone a huge change. There were flowers

it didn’t suit Ernest’s style

in her

why are you renovating

welcome the female