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.

long it had been, whenever facing Ernest,

her teeth, she pretended to

last night, so Ernest understood. He was so angry and I was guilty of it for a whole night. I was afraid that you would fight because

“What did you

that Charlotte could still be staying here and alive

choked by Florence’s reaction. What did Florence mean by

had realized what had pissed off Ernest

at Florence because of that, had he?

do anything to

chimed in coldly to interrupt Charlotte’s words. He looked even

voice had the

her back

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

freaked out, Florence felt sorry for

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.

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

was in a better mood. Reaching out,

smell made Florence’s

touch her from time to time, such

rid

that his hand was injured so his legs were weekend as well. He could only stand straight

Florence was lost in thought, Ernest’s deep voice sounded in her ear. “It’s

was a big day for her to rise again and stand on the

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

you going?” Charlotte

the opportunity to follow Ernest. She

she walked, Florence answered, “The

may I go with

take care of you. Please

finished her words, she had already reached

Timothy had parked the

Florence were leaving,

“Florence, I don’t have the key. If I hang out later, who would answer the door for me? How about give me a key or record my fingerprint in

she would have a

a half-hostess instead

her beautiful imagination, Ernest

home. Or you can wait for us to come back and