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.

app to

because of their claims that

at his place after sending him back

same mistake again and rushed

on his own. You know that he is the richest man in City N, and it

was rendered speechless

help.” After a moment of pause,

was thinking too, but Mrs. Hawkins had called just now, so she would definitely ask about his condition later now that she’s aware of Ernest’s current drunken state.

which were rested all this while opened in

fiancée nominally, so she could not afford to

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

phone in a huff and got up to get dressed as she had resigned to her

herself that it was such a relief that she was not going to get married to Ernest for real, otherwise she would have had to always pick him up

consoling thought, she promptly walked towards the private

first sight that she had laid her eyes on the moment she pushed open the door was the uncountable empty bottles on the table, and her temple immediately throbbed with pain as she was

to arrive any later, all of us would have no choice but to stay the night here miserably.” Harold greeted her with open arms while walking towards

let him stay the night by himself here since it’s safe in the private room, and the

a clean freak, so he will never spend the night

at her place then if that was

sullen mood suddenly, and she proceeded to walk up to the

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 appearance did not show that he was

she asked,

you don’t believe me, you can try to get a sniff of the alcohol scent

her body and as soon as she got closer to Ernest, she could detect the tangy aroma of alcohol blending with the refreshing and distinguishing fragrance from his body. It was as if he smelled of

had no choice but to called out to him softly, “Mr.

did not open his eyes nor respond to her, only breathing in an even and slow

to her, “He’s totally

up then,