My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

The next day…

In the early morning, Charlotte got up. Unable to suppress her excitement, she wanted to witness how Ernest and Florence broke up with each other.

Then the next they would announce the cancellation of their engagement.

She had been waiting in the living room quite early. She checked the time ... at this time usually, Timothy had already delivered the breakfast to the villa. However, so far he hadn’t shown up yet, and neither was the breakfast.

In Charlotte’s opinion, it meant that Ernest and Florence had a grudge last night, and they even had lost appetite to have breakfast.

Great!

Wonderful!

Charlotte could hardly hide her complacent smile. Now everything succeeded. She would soon become Earnest’s wife, the young madam of the Hawkins family.

She looked in the direction of the stairs expectantly, waiting for them to come downstairs.

“Crick-crack. Crick-crack. Crick-crack.”

The footsteps coming downstairs sounded in the quiet morning.

Instantly, Charlotte widened her eyes in excitement. With expectant, she looked over, but then she gaped...

Ernest and Florence were walking downstairs shoulder-by-shoulder. Ernest’s arm was on Florence's shoulder, intimately holding her in his arms.

Florence felt quite uneasy, trying to push his arm away from time to time.

However, after she pushed him away for an inch, Ernest wrapped around her shoulder again, even more tightly.

The two came downstairs while tugging each other, looking quite harmonious. They even had become more intimate than they were two days ago.

Charlotte widened her eyes in disbelief, wondering what was going on.

The incident last night was so fierce. Obviously, Ernest was so angry. But after one night, why didn’t he cancel the engagement with Florence, but they had become more close instead?

Charlotte couldn’t suppress her confusion. She blurted out, “Florence, are you and Ernest fine now?”

Florence was taken aback, wondering why she was asking so.

At the same time, Ernest's cold gaze fell on Charlotte’s face, so dangerous that she was frightened.

it had been, whenever facing Ernest, she would feel

she pretended to

sorry, Florence. It was my fault last night, so Ernest understood. He was so angry and I was guilty of it for a

more confused. “What did

her surprised was that Charlotte could still be staying

Florence’s reaction. What did Florence mean

had realized what had pissed off Ernest

mad at Florence because of that, had he? It was

added, “I didn’t do anything to piss

off?” Ernest chimed in coldly to interrupt Charlotte’s words. He looked even colder. “Charlotte Fraser,

deep voice had the danger that

felt her back

she blurted out, ‘I’m sorry, Ernest. It’s, it’s me who

Charlotte was almost freaked out, Florence felt sorry for her.

smile, she patted Charlotte’s shoulder and comforted her in a soft voice, “It’s alright. Although Ernest was short-tempered, he was not that easy to get pissed. Besides, if he was truly pissed off, you

it easy. Enjoy staying

Ernest, who didn’t like to get too close to anyone, suddenly felt that his name was

was in a better mood. Reaching out, he pulled Florence in his

smell made Florence’s heart

to time,

rid of him

wondered it was because that his hand was injured so his legs were weekend as well. He could only stand straight when leaning against her, couldn’t

thought, Ernest’s deep voice sounded

would be held today. It was a big day for her to rise again and stand on the

waste any time either. She nodded and said to Charlotte, “I’ll be quite busy today. You can stay home

are you going?” Charlotte hurriedly

wanted to grab the opportunity to follow Ernest. She

walked, Florence

may I go

I can’t take care of

words, she had already reached the

parked the

and Florence were leaving, Charlotte was so

key. If I hang out later, who would answer the door for me? How about give

have a key to

a half-hostess

her beautiful imagination,

home. Or you can wait for us to come back