My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

“Did I have a hallucination just now? I definitely had an illusion, right?”

“No, you didn’t. I saw it to. Maybe Ernest was replaced by someone and the man in front of us is a fake one.”

“I also doubt it…”

They stared at Ernest with an astonished look as if they were about to dig a hole on his body with their gazed and found out that fake soul.

Nevertheless, Ernest remained composed and simply gazed at his three friends coldly, “Enough? Then you can leave.”

They were choked.

They came all the way to visit the patient but Ernest asked them to leave without even giving them a chance to have a pleasant conversation with Florence or drink a glass of water.

This was really Ernest’s way of doing things.

“Ahem… It’s a rare opportunity for us to gather together. Since we’re now in your home, we must stay for a longer while. Flory, is that right?” Harold said with a smile.

Florence was a bit stunned when being asked suddenly. She nodded her head out of courtesy, “Yeah.”

“The garden of Ernest’s villa is a good place to have afternoon tea. Flory, would you like to come downstairs together with us. Just to suck in the fresh air and have some small talks.”

Ernest renovated the garden last time. Although the words ‘marry me’ had been removed, the decoration of the garden was still sumptuous and pleasant to eyes.

During the past two days, Ernest would also bring Florence to have a walk in the garden.

Although Florence wanted to go there, she flushed slightly when seeing the three men and shook her head, “I feel a bit uncomfortable. I don’t want to go. You guys enjoy it.”

Harold keenly noticed that Florence’s cheeks were a bit red. Judging from her unnatural expressions, apparently she was not feeling uncomfortable now.

There must be something fishy.

Harold felt interested. He glanced around Ernest and Florence with an ambiguous gaze and then said to Florence, “Flory, the air is fresh outside. Go out to enjoy the gentle wind and the beautiful flowers. When your mood is improved, it will do good to your health. Come on, go to the garden with us, maybe you will not feel uncomfortable later.”

Florence felt more uneasy when noticing Harold’s weird gaze.

resolutely, “Nope, I

dodgy gaze was

must be something

didn’t give him any chance to sound out Florence. He walked to the windows, sat down onto the sofa and gazed at Florence with his unfathomable eyes, “What is ailing

his deep and

heart missed one beat. Ernest had been taking care of her carefully and sincerely. When she

found an excuse just now,

“It’s just that I’m a bit sleep and I

sleep now. If you still feel uncomfortable, call me at once. I will be downstairs.” Ernest enjoined her in a low

come to the company recently and left all work

emotionally, “Our Ernest

Husband?

A good husband?

one beat when associating the

didn’t care about their teasing words at all. He fixed his deep-set eyes on Florence and

had left, his friends didn’t dare to stay in his girlfriend’s bedroom without his presence

was closed, the room was prevailed

as if there was a

too early and they all went to

there were no nannies or maids in the villa, no one

and he knew deep down that when they visited Ernest, it was impossible for Ernest to serve

Ernest was their boss after

Harold resigned himself to this and was about to go to the tearoom to prepare the afternoon tea,

said with a smile, “Hunk,

girl in astonishment as if he had seen a

and Gemma, he had never

Who was this girl?

who

Charlotte Fraser, Florence’s sister. I have been living

began to make tea, make

surprised. He could understand why Florence could live in the villa, but how would Ernest, that aloof and indifferent man, allow the other girl to