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

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

indeed a waste of

use them, she could give

reluctant to those things or to the man who gave you those

that he spoke extremely ironically

so scared that she withdrew her hands, having not guts

was pissed again, she was afraid that

a glance at her then around the room, he

so were

dare to

feel sorry if they were all dumped. She wondered if she could

her micro-expression escape

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

was directly

be rude to

knew his means. When he was pissed, he

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

small things in the

reported after throwing them

softened. The next second, his

one

Florence answered in embarrassment awkwardly,

was so obedient, so she

had lost his mind after hearing her

it was also given by another man. He

the thought 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

pulled down, and the

frightened that her

but he couldn’t control himself as he

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 accept things given by me

She could only nod in

did Ernest suppressed the

a deep voice, “Go ahead

go

she trotted into

way too horrible