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.

help but feel chill. No matter how long it had been,

she pretended to

and I was guilty of it for a whole night. I was afraid that you would fight because of it, which would

was more confused. “What did you do to piss

Charlotte could still be staying here and alive

did Florence mean by she pissed

what had pissed off Ernest last

Florence because of that, had he? It was impossible. After all, Florence

to piss

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

the danger that made others

her back

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

freaked out, Florence felt sorry for her. After all, Charlotte was her younger

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

easy.

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

better mood. Reaching out,

made Florence’s heart hammer

since last night, Ernest started to touch her from time to time, such as taking her hand or holding her as if he was a

rid of

injured so his legs were weekend as well. He

deep voice sounded in her ear.

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

either. She nodded and said to Charlotte, “I’ll

going?”

wanted to grab the opportunity to follow Ernest. She didn’t

Florence answered, “The

I go

super busy today, so I can’t take care of

she finished her words, she had

Timothy had parked the

were leaving, Charlotte

a thought, she asked again, “Florence, I don’t have the key. If I hang out later, who would answer the door for me? How about give me

... in this case, she would have a

would become a half-hostess instead of a guest

she was still immersed in her beautiful

stay home. Or you can wait