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?

his slender hands and picked up the bottles and jars one after another. Then he tossed them into the

wrist. “Mr. Hawkins, what are you doing?

indeed a waste of

if she couldn’t use them,

her, glinting at her with sharpness. “Are you reluctant to those things or to the

he spoke extremely

so scared that she withdrew her

she was afraid

glance at her then around the room, he stared at

asked, “And so were those

dare

costly. She would feel sorry if they were

how could her micro-expression escape

things from him in

time, he was directly threatening

be rude

knew his means. When he was pissed, he

over and packed those dresses. Then she pressed them into the garbage

other small

after

a bit satisfied. His cold face became softened. The next second, his gaze fell on her

about the one you are

hearing it, Florence answered in

was so obedient, so she

however, almost had lost his mind after hearing

it was also given by another man. He wondered

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

and the zipper

Florence was so frightened that

knew that he shouldn’t be so rude, but he couldn’t control himself

lips apart, he said clearly, “Florence Fraser, this is the only time. You can’t accept anything from another man in the future. You can

so hard to breathe. She

until then did Ernest suppressed the urge to strip

a deep voice, “Go ahead and take a shower. Change your

let go

was free, she trotted into the bathroom while holding the

way too horrible