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.

the app to send him home if all of you can’t drive. The app for that is very useful for

still recalled the previous time that she had to send Ernest home all because of their claims that they were not fit to be behind

baffled by how she had ended up staying the night at his place after sending him back which had led her to be taken

were to repeat the same mistake again and rushed out from her

own. 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. I’m saying this as it’s not like this has never happened

rendered speechless for a while,

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

had called just now, so she would definitely ask about his condition later now that she’s aware of Ernest’s current drunken state. If she gets wind of how you

while opened in an instant upon hearing Harold’s suggestive

was still Ernest’s fiancée nominally, so she could not afford to let Georgia

morning had depressed her,

in a huff and got up

muffled herself up further in her jacket while rubbing her sleepy eyes, thinking to herself that it was such a relief that she

comforting herself with this consoling thought, she promptly walked towards the private room where

she had laid her eyes on the moment she pushed open the door was the uncountable empty bottles on the table, and her

all of us would have no choice

manner, “You could actually let him stay the night by himself here

a clean freak, so he will never spend

at her place then if that

sullen mood suddenly, and she proceeded to walk up to the sofa which Ernest was sitting

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 asked, “Are you

he will not turn red after drinking. If you don’t believe me, you can try to get a sniff of the alcohol scent emitting from his body,” Harold

distinguishing fragrance from his body. It was as if he smelled of fine wine that had been brewed for many years, and his tantalizing and irresistible scent

choice but to called out to him softly, “Mr. Hawkins,

slightly, but he did not open his eyes nor respond to her, only breathing

to her, “He’s

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