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

in his throat as

need to

quickly, and there were

down

to oppose Mr.

started studying them, and in no time

and he turned his face towards

what is the theme

on Ernest’s face before

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

Harold said teasingly.

his cold glance

“Really? For real?”

down. He stared at Ernest, “You

being his brother for mother than twenty years, this was the first time he had

is still lacking something important. Leave it to me, I will conjure a very romantic design fit

all this with such mischief, Ernest would have nothing to worry about, but now that Harold was looking very serious, Ernest suddenly felt a

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

any words for it. How could

in front

Too bad, too bad.

promptly went into a

personally to ensure that everything was done

he vowed to clear up all kinds of thorns in Florence’s heart so that she

to loiter around Senna International Community to try

renovation, the gate of the villa

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

one of light colours. The

a huge change. There were flowers everywhere and the fragrance was overflowing. The whole place felt extremely

sight, but it

tighten in her heart as she hurried to

why are you renovating

the female owner