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.

so far and take things seriously with a drunkard? She had decided to regard his actions

reached out her hand while she said, “Let me

did not move a single inch and was still glaring at

“I’ll treat it as you have given your consent

raise his arm and drape it on her shoulders

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

eyes, but in the end his body was honest as he had risen

dumbfounded when he took in

other mates were also rendered speechless

saying that even a hero would be unable to refrain himself from a beauty was indeed true as Ernest

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

by herself, hence she called out to Harold right away, “Please help to

“Oh, alright.”

had laid his hands on him. Ernest’s whole body exuded

at himself as his heart

was no comparison, there would be no harm inflicted. Ernest was the most exemplary example of a man who was hoes before

at Ernest in a vexing manner after he had pushed Harold aside while

same to her as well. What was he thinking trying to let her carry him by herself? Did he intend to torture her and wear

not have the guts to actually throw him aside, hence she

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

beaded on her forehead in a gentle

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

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

just drop it and let it go at that, she thought to herself. She

“Ding”

that moment, and Florence promptly tried to carry him out of the elevator when the

stared at the elevator door, and he suddenly pulled her back into his arms

to be suddenly clasped 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

Ernest staggered a 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,

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