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.

could not hold her stance 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 just wilding out in a drunken

him again and reached out her hand

inch and

not getting any response from him, “I’ll treat it as you have given your consent if you stay

drape it

when he was about to jerk away from her again, she

in the end his body was honest as he had risen to his feet with

he took

other mates were also rendered speechless by Ernest’s

saying that even a hero would be unable to refrain himself from a

almost half of his body was weighing down on Florence

on Florence to carry him by herself, hence she called out to Harold right away, “Please help to carry

“Oh, alright.”

walked towards Ernest, and just when he had 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, and his tone was chilly as usual

chocked up by Ernest’s blatant repugnance at himself as his heart was deeply

harm inflicted. Ernest was

Ernest in a vexing manner after he had pushed Harold aside while she thought to herself: Why was this man so

thinking trying to let her carry him by herself? Did he intend to torture her and wear her out

did not have the guts to actually throw him aside, hence she could only trudge slowly to the exit of the room with his full weight

she had finally made it to the elevator, she was extremely exhausted with sweat breaking out all

that a long and fair hand had wiped away the perspiration that had beaded on her forehead in a gentle manner while a voice rang

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 sweat on his white fingers as a strange feeling started to manifest

really wrecked as a clean freak like him had used his hand to wipe away her sweat instead of a

herself. She should not squabble over such trivial matters with a drunkard whom

“Ding”

lot at that moment, and Florence promptly tried to carry him out of the elevator when the elevator door had opened, “Let’s go, we have to go out

suddenly pulled her back into his arms as he

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

in a fluster. Ernest staggered a few steps backward with his back crashing into the wall of the elevator after being shoved away as he had

she hurriedly walked up to him