My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Timothy showed up from nowhere.

Standing behind Ernest, he gingerly suggested, “Mr. Hawkins, shall we go for dinner in the restaurant of the hotel as well?”

He guessed that they could share the table with Florence.

Ernest emanated a colder aura. Pressing his thin lips, he didn’t answer but his implication was quite obvious.

He wouldn’t go.

Timothy wiped off the cold sweat that oozed on his forehead in fear, and he felt so worried.

Mr. Hawkins deliberately scheduled a whole afternoon to come here and accompany Florence to read because he wanted to make up for their relationship. It seemed it had worked. Timothy wondered why Ernest wouldn’t continue the triumphant pursuit.

After reading the books together, if he had dinner with her together as well, they would be satisfied both physically and mentally. Then it would be easy for them to reconcile.

Timothy couldn’t help being curious. He was also afraid that Mr. Hawkins took the wrong step based on his temper. He bit the bullet and added under the cold aura emanated by Ernest, “Mr. Hawkins, have you given up on making up to Ms. Fraser?”

Giving up?

Ernest’s sexy thin lips were pressed into a disdainful arc. This phrase never existed in his dictionary.

It was more impossible for him to give up on Florence.

He stood up and straightened his suit jacket. “Don’t rush. Take it easy.”

If he sought quick success and instant benefits, she would be scared away.

In that case, he would slow down and take it easy, although he wished that he could skin Reynold alive, roll him into a ball, and kick him away from Florence.

“Send all the books we were reading just now to my room,” said Ernest.

Then he strode out of the room elegantly.

He had a determined look of the certainty to win on his handsome face.

After dinner, Florence originally planned to go back to the mini-library and continue to read. However, when she arrived there, she found the door of the mini-library was locked.

It wasn’t until then did she know that all materials in the mini-library were quite valuable and the open time was limited. There was no service at night.

She had to go back to her suite in disappointment.

to Riverside City for business and study, so she was not too busy or idle. At least,

taking a shower and doing a facial mask, Florence was lying on the bed. She was about to watch a movie but heard

wondered who would come

identity was unique, her coworkers treated her respectfully, so naturally, they were not friends. The persons that she contacted the most

they were at her door, and probably they would like

the buttons on her pajamas.

door and saw the person standing there, Florence was in

was so shocked that she

it

her in pajamas and wearing a facial mask, Ernest was also taken aback

Florence a lot of times, she was always restrained in his presence.

how she looked like with the

black mast had covered her whole face, and he could only see her big eyes and

She looked quite adorable.

kept gazing at her, Florence suddenly

still wearing a

this way? It would be alright

wanted to show him such a messy side

sudden and was about to close it. Ernest, however, acted faster than she could. He stepped

her. No matter how much strength that Florence used, the door

almost upset

the black

head, she asked anxiously, “What are

something

looking down at her face. Seeing how embarrassed she was, he

please wait for a moment? I... I need to

but he didn’t want her to

his hands on the desk, he naturally went to the bar counter. Then he fetched a goblet and a bottle

so leisurely as if he were

go ahead. I’ll

wanted him to wait

what he had done. This was her room, but

her hateful glare, Ernest took a sip of the wine, turned to look at

Do you want to talk

this? What did he mean? With the black mask on

a hurry, she turned

lips a bit and took