My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

“Give me the room card.” Ernest wasn’t in the mood to listen to her explanation. Without giving her any chance to refuse, he pulled the room card from her hands and swiped on the lock. With a beep, the door was opened. He walked into the suit directly.

His pace was steady and elegant, and he looked quite calm as if he was walking into his own room, extremely unrestrained.

Florence didn’t know what to say. When this man became overbearing again, he even didn’t give her any chance for breathing.

However, he mustn’t stay with her. She was on a business trip together with other coworkers in the company and it was for business. If they knew that Ernest followed her here and stayed with her in the same room, she would feel so ashamed that she’d rather bury herself.

As Florence thought, she took a look at the corridor. After confirming that there were no coworkers around, she hurriedly walked over and closed the door.

Then she said to Ernest, “Well...”

“Florence Fraser, come over,” the man suddenly called her without waiting for her to finish her words.

Whenever he called her full name so seriously, it meant that something bad would happen.

She walked over in a hurry, only to find that he was gazing at the skincare and cosmetic products on the dresser, his eyes extremely dangerous.

In Ernest’s impression, Florence wasn’t so fickle, so the brands that she always stuck to the brands that she always used. Hence, he remembered some of her habits.

However, those bottles and jars on the dresser were quite different from the brand that she always used, and obviously, they were not her style, either.

As a smart man, Ernest turned to look at her and asked, “Were they from your so-called friend Mr. Myron?”

Although he was asking a question, his tone was affirmative.

Florence was embarrassed, wondering why he was so smart.

“Yes, they were.” She dared not to lie.

Ernest’s face turned cold instantly, the air around them almost frozen.

Florence was so frightened that she hurriedly explained, “Please don’t misunderstand. When I first got here, I didn’t bring any necessities. He just offered me a helping hand. He didn’t have other intentions. Really.”

While speaking, Florence felt a sense of guilt.

In the beginning, she didn’t think too much indeed. However, after what Reynold had done that evening, she realized that it was wrong for a woman to accept benefits from a man. It would cause misunderstandings.

She wondered if Ernest had misunderstood either.

For Ernest, it was far more than a misunderstanding. He was tortured by a flame called jealousy.

How could his fiancee, his date, use things from another man?

one after another. Then he tossed

hurriedly grabbed his wrist. “Mr. Hawkins, what are you doing? Those were

indeed

use them, she could give

looked up at her, glinting at her with sharpness. “Are you reluctant

felt that he spoke

was so scared that she withdrew her hands, having not guts

pissed again, she was afraid

Casting a glance at her then

so were

dare to

if they were all dumped. She wondered if she could

could her micro-expression

minutes to throw away all the things from him in this room. Otherwise, you can’t blame me for being rude

time, he was directly threatening

to be rude to her

knew his means. When he was pissed, he wouldn’t have

she still felt sorry, she walked over and packed those dresses. Then she pressed them into the garbage

small things

she reported after

His cold face became softened. The

about the one

hearing it, Florence answered in embarrassment

obedient, so she

however, almost had lost his mind after hearing

it was also given by another man. He wondered how many glances the man had taken at

man, sitting in his car, and chatting and laughing, he strode over

pulled down, and the zipper

frightened

shouldn’t be so rude, but he couldn’t control

You can’t accept anything from another man in the future. You can accept things given

so hard to breathe. She

not until then did Ernest

“Go ahead and

let go of

was free, she trotted into

too horrible