My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins
Chapter 212: Throwing Everything Away
“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?
picked up the bottles and jars one after
Hawkins, what are you doing?
it was indeed a waste
use them, she could give them to
with sharpness. “Are you reluctant to those things or to
he spoke
that she withdrew her hands, having not guts t
was pissed again, she was afraid that
the last bottle. Casting a glance at her then around the room, he stared at those
asked, “And so were those
dare
feel sorry if they were all dumped. She wondered if she could
her micro-expression escape from
away all the things from him in this
time, he was
to be
knew his means. When he was pissed, he wouldn’t have
she still felt sorry, she walked over and packed those dresses.
dumped other small things
after throwing them all
cold face became softened. The next
the one
it, Florence answered in embarrassment
was so obedient, so she directly
however, almost had lost his mind
slender shape. He couldn’t believe that it was also given by another man. He wondered how many glances the man
given by that man, sitting in his car, and chatting and laughing,
pulled down, and
Florence was so frightened that
but he couldn’t control himself as he was so jealous and
he said clearly, “Florence Fraser, this is the only time. You can’t accept anything from another
felt so hard to breathe. She
then did Ernest suppressed the urge to
voice, “Go ahead and
let go of
Florence was free, she trotted into the
was way too horrible and
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