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.

what are you doing? Those were bought

meant it was indeed a

use them, she could give them to

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

felt that he spoke extremely

her hands, having not guts

pissed again, she was afraid that

last bottle. Casting a glance at her then around the room, he stared

asked, “And so were those

didn’t dare

if they were all dumped. She wondered if she could

could her micro-expression escape

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

time, he was directly threatening

be rude to her

When he was pissed, he wouldn’t have

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

small things

reported after throwing them all

face became softened. The next second, his gaze

the one

hearing it, Florence answered in embarrassment awkwardly, “Yes,

so obedient, so she directly

had lost his mind after hearing her

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

that she was wearing the dress given 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 her

pulled down, and the

was so frightened that

rude, but he couldn’t control himself as he was so jealous

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

to breathe. She could

did Ernest suppressed

voice, “Go ahead and take

go

was free, she trotted into the bathroom while holding

way too horrible and