My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

“Hahahaha.”

Hoots of derisive laughter exploded in the room as the lads did not even bother to restrain their jeering at the sight of him being kicked away.

Harold picked himself up from the ground in exasperation and scowled at the onlookers, “What the hell are you laughing at? If any one of you thinks you’re capable of getting him up, be my guest by all means.”

The taunting wave of laughter ended abruptly, and the room instantly fell into silence to the extent that one could have heard a pin dropping on the ground.

Even though Ernest was wasted, his menacing aura and the way he threw blows at people whom was trying to get close to him were as intimidating as ever, hence no one was willing to risk their lives to help him get up despite having egg on their faces after jeering at Harold.

However, they were even more worried about the consequences if they were to ditch him in the room and left by themselves.

A bunch of them stared at each other in bleak dismay for a while with dumbfounded looks on their faces as they were suddenly at a loss to the way to get Ernest home.

“What if we get a woman to help him up instead?” someone suggested.

“Even if Ernest is supported home this way, you will be beaten to death by him tomorrow.” Another man sneered at his foolish idea as they all were clued-up on Ernest’s detestation towards being in contact with any woman in general.

It was apparent from their all-male only gatherings as he had always prohibited the lot to call women in for the fun.

Harold’s eyes lit up when a brilliant idea suddenly came to his mind, “Other women are certainly out of the question, but don’t forget that Florence is an exception!”

Furthermore, this would be an excellent opportunity to create some spark between them while she cared for the intoxicated Ernest on her own. What a genius he was, Harold thought to himself.

Harold swiftly dialed Florence’s number to push forward with his plan.

Florence was already in sound asleep, but the sound of her pressing ringtone had woken her up in the middle of the night.

She picked it up without opening her eyes, “Who is it? What’s the matter?”

“It’s me, Harold. Ernest is dead drunk in the bar now, so could you come and pick him up, Florence?”

“No.” She rejected his plea without a single hint of hesitation as she was unwilling to look at Ernest’s face now.

on the app to send him home if all of you can’t

still recalled the previous time that she had to send Ernest home all because of their claims

still baffled by how she had ended up staying the night at his

foolish if she were to repeat the same mistake again and rushed out from her house in the wee

You know that he is the richest man in City N, and it would be terrible if he were to be kidnapped by some strangers with malicious intent.

rendered speechless for a

ask for Timothy’s help.” After a moment of pause,

later now that she’s aware of Ernest’s current drunken state. If she gets wind of how

all this while opened in an instant upon hearing Harold’s suggestive

could not afford to let Georgia overthink and break her heart before

him up in the early hours of the morning had depressed her, but she finally gave in

and got up to get dressed as she had resigned

the time Florence had reached Bread One Restaurant. She muffled herself up further in her jacket while rubbing her sleepy eyes, thinking to herself that it was such a relief that she was not

consoling thought, she promptly walked towards the private room where

the uncountable empty bottles on the table, and her temple

Florence. If you were to arrive any later, all of us would have no choice but to

the night by himself here

mysophobia and he is a clean freak, so he will never spend the

spend the night at her place

into a sullen mood suddenly, and she proceeded

while resting his eyes, and his measured breathing seemed to indicate that he had fallen asleep. However, his porcelain white skin was still gleaming while his striking face was as enchanting as ever, and his

somewhat puzzled as she

will not turn red after drinking. If you don’t believe me, you can try

got closer to Ernest, she could detect the tangy aroma of alcohol blending with the refreshing and distinguishing fragrance from his body.

but to called out to

eyes nor respond to her, only breathing in an even and slow rhythm as he

her, “He’s

said resignedly, “I’ll help him up then, could you give me a