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 them into the garbage can without

Hawkins, what

was indeed a waste of

if she couldn’t use them, she could give them to

you reluctant to

that he spoke

she withdrew her hands, having not guts t utter

he was pissed again, she was afraid

Casting a glance at her then around the room, he

asked, “And so

didn’t dare to

if they were all

her micro-expression escape

thin lips parted. “I’ll give you three 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

he would do to be rude

When he was pissed, he wouldn’t have

still felt sorry, she walked over and packed those

other small things in

reported after throwing them

softened. The next second, his gaze fell on

one you are

hearing it, Florence answered in embarrassment awkwardly,

was so obedient, so she

lost his

wearing a tight pretty dress, which showed her slender shape. He couldn’t believe that it was also given by another man. He wondered how many glances the man had taken at her during

in his car, and chatting and laughing, he strode over jealously, grabbed her body, and his big hand fell on the zipper on her

pulled down, and the zipper was

frightened that

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

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

so hard to breathe. She could only nod

was not until then did Ernest suppressed the

“Go ahead and take a shower. Change

let go

as Florence was free, she trotted into the

way too horrible