My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Ernest just stood at the entrance and watched and Florence finally relieved after getting on the car.

Ernest really had been awake.

She preferred it because when he was drunk, he refused to let het cold no matter what means she adopted.

Phoebe, who was driving the car, studied Ernest from the rear-view mirror from time to time.

“Tsk, tsk, what a stunning hunk. He even looks so sexy in a night-robe. Even I have an impulse to take off his cloth and have sex with him in the car.”

The scene that Ernest was wearing only an underpants in the bathroom flashed across Florence’s mind.

Her cheeks became red, “Erotic girl. Pay attention when driving.”

“Oh, Flory, are you implying me not to look at him? Tsk, it just has been a short time, and he has already become your man?”

“What? My man? I don’t have any actual relationship with him.” Florence retorted with uneasiness.

Phoebe asked with doubt, “Really? If that’s so, why did he ask you to pick him up after getting himself drunk? A single man and a single woman stayed together in the same room in the midnight… Both of you have changed your clothes. No one would believe it if you say that you only took off your clothes and hadn’t done anything else.”

“We… We really hadn’t done anything else.”

Florence retorted weakly. She almost saw Ernest’s bare body tonight.

Looking at Florence’s reaction, Phoebe chuckled, “Flory, actually, no matter from which aspect, I think Mr. Hawkins seems to have some feelings for you.”

“He likes the other woman.”

Florence felt upset when mentioning about this, “Maybe men all like flirting with women.”

“People like Mr. Hawkins can get all kinds of women they like. If he likes to flirt with women, do you think that he will still be single and flirt with you now? If that’s the case, he would have had many women by his side.”

Phoebe twitched her mouth. She always had a feeling that because Florence was not an onlooker of her relationship with Ernest, she couldn’t figure it out.

Phoebe then added, “Moreover, as for that Gemma, you said that she’s Ernest’s true girlfriend. Then why wasn’t she the person to pick up Ernest when he was drunk tonight?”

was Harold who made the phone call. He keeps

good friends. Judging from Harold’s relationship with Ernest, as for which woman does Ernest really like, Harold is clear of it than anyone

trying to get Ernest together with the woman he

about her past with Ernest and witnessed how Ernest treated Gemma differently. She

don’t want to intervene in their affairs. I and Ernest are of different leagues. I just want to cancel our engagement as soon as possible.” Florence said resolutely as if she

on her finger

she and Ernest were

glance at Florence and let

she knew about Florence’s thoughts and scruples, and she understood why Florence didn’t want to think

only felt pity for

…

day, when Florence was about to get off the work, Ernest asked her to come

entered the office, she noticed that Ernest was putting on

her to his office at this point of

in confusion, “Mr. Hawkins, what’s

in an extremely natural manner and walked

was astonished and hastily

he suddenly treat her out of

turned his head to look at Florence and then spoke in an indubitable tone, “You took care of me last night. And I don’t want to

her a dinner for returning her

a slight effort. You don’t need to treat me

suddenly turned around and walked

stared at her meaningfully while suggesting her in a low voice, “If you don’t want to have dinner with me,

instantly, not daring to ponder which

smile, “Then… Then I choose to have dinner

Florence and Ernest went

the thirtieth floor and they could appreciate the bright night scene of City N

quite elegant and

expectation, Ernest ordered a kind of food –

Ernest’s table because this kind of food