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.

so she was not too busy or idle. At least, she could have a rest

mask, Florence was lying on the bed. She was about to watch a movie but heard a knock on her

would come to her

her respectfully, so naturally, they were not friends. The persons that she contacted the most were Reynold and

be possible that they were at her door, and probably they

up all the buttons on her pajamas. Then she opened the door with the facial

the person standing there, Florence

that she was

it

her in pajamas and wearing a facial mask,

shared his bed with Florence a lot of times, she was always

never seen how she looked

her whole face, and he could only

She looked quite adorable.

Ernest kept gazing at her, Florence suddenly realized

still wearing a facial

way? It would be alright

wanted to show him such

Ernest, however, acted faster than she could. He stepped in,

strength that Florence used,

was almost upset to

felt embarrassed with the

asked anxiously, “What are

something

Seeing how

moment? I... I need to wash

he didn’t want her to succeed.

went to the bar counter. Then he fetched

as if he were in

ahead. I’ll wait for

She wanted him

him in depression, she disdained what he had done. This was her

if he had noticed her hateful glare, Ernest took a sip of the

you want to

With the black mask

her cheeks burning. In a hurry, she turned around and trotted into the

Florence’s receding figure, Ernest curled up his lips a bit