My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

She kept her temper and said, “You can just close your eyes and follow me.”

Her remark had seemed to further inflame Ernest’s fury as he glared at her as though she was a malefactor whom had caused immense destruction, “What a heartless woman!”

Florence felt dejected while he rebuked her again as she could not comprehend in what way had she provoked him when she had come all the way here to send him back home out of goodwill, but all he did in return was just spitting out spiteful remarks at her.

She decided to let it go and disregard his action and words as a drunkard, hence she repeated, “I’ll send you back.”

She exerted all her strength to try to pull him to leave the room again, but he abruptly withdrew his arm on her shoulder while scowling in an upset and dull tone, “I don’t need you to feign your good intentions with me.”

Ernest tried to walk on his own while pushing her away with his cruel words, but he immediately lost his balance when he was stripped of any kind of support, so his body instantly fell back onto the sofa again.

When he was seated again, he did not feel that something was amiss as if he had reached his destination, and he proceeded to lean back comfortably against the sofa with his half-shut eyes that were full of rage and dissatisfaction still fixated on Florence.

Florence’s mouth twitched fiercely in exasperation as she was filled with pent up anger due to his nasty and mean attitude towards her.

If she had known that he would give her the cold shoulder and regard her with disgust, she would not have come all the way here in the wee hours of the morning.

“I couldn’t take him away as well, so think of another way on your own, Harold.” As soon as Florence had finished her words in a huff, she swiftly turned her body and was about to walk away from him.

“Stop right there!” Ernest frowned and hooted angrily at her once he had discerned her intention to take her leave.

Who said that she could leave him?

Florence turned her head back in aggravation, “What else can I do for you, Mr. Hawkins?”

What else? It’s nothing really.

Ernest pursed his lips and remained silent while only staring straight into her eyes, and even though his countenance was full of wrath, he had managed to unleash his faint stubbornness in the extreme after he was liquored up. His sullen behavior had somehow painted a picture of Florence engaging in a shameless conduct by ditching her own husband.

Florence could feel her head throbbing in pain as she was befuddled by his contradictory words. Wasn’t he the one whom had rebuked her for feigning her well intentions earlier and asked her to leave him alone?

What did he want now?

After being in a stalemate for some time, Ernest was still unmoved and rigid as ever while retaining that exact posture, and it seemed like he could still last for quite a while.

anymore as she gave out a helpless laugh. Did she really have to go so far and take things seriously with a drunkard? She had decided to regard his actions as

up to him again and reached out her hand while she said, “Let me get you

not move a single inch and was still glaring

not getting any response from him, “I’ll treat

and drape it on her shoulders after finishing her

frowned upon seeing her action, and just when he was about to jerk away from her again, she promptly added, “If you

but in the end his body was honest as he had

when he took

rendered speechless by Ernest’s

refrain himself from a beauty was indeed

had contributed some strength on his own, almost half of his body was weighing down on

carry him by herself, hence she called out

“Oh, alright.”

reached out his hands to help him up, Ernest shoved him away the moment he had laid his hands on him. Ernest’s whole body exuded immense disgust and rejection towards Harold,

by Ernest’s blatant repugnance at himself as his heart

harm inflicted. Ernest was the most exemplary example of a man who

he had pushed Harold aside while she thought to herself: Why was this man

he thinking trying to let

aside, hence she could only trudge slowly to the

finally made it to the elevator, she was extremely

hand had wiped away the perspiration that had beaded on her forehead in a

stifling here. She wanted to give vent to her annoyance to let out her pent up anger, but her words were stuck in her throat when she had laid her eyes on the

a clean freak like him had

and let it go at that, she thought to herself. She should not squabble over such trivial matters with a drunkard whom was still

“Ding”

had reached the basement parking lot at that moment, and Florence promptly tried to carry him out

his eyes while he stared at the elevator door, and he suddenly pulled her back into his arms as he mumbled in an almost inaudible voice, “Don’t go.” He did

in his ample embrace, and her heart uncontrollably skipped a beat when her senses were overwhelmed by his refreshing scent mixed with the tantalizing bouquet of liqueur from the proximity between their

few steps backward with his back crashing into the wall of the elevator after being shoved away as he had been sapped of his energy since he was drunk. After losing any form of support, his body started to slide down the wall of the elevator, and it

him losing his balance, and she hurriedly walked up to him and held him