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.

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

come to her

her respectfully, so naturally, they were not friends. The persons

that they were at her door, and probably they would like to

up all the buttons on her

and saw the person standing there, Florence was

was so shocked that she was standing there

it be

a facial mask, Ernest was also taken aback

his bed with Florence a lot of times, she was

had never seen how she looked like with the facial mask

her whole face, and he could only see

She looked quite adorable.

at her, Florence

was still wearing

meet someone in this way? It would be alright if it were someone else, but he

to show him such a messy side

the door all of a sudden and was about to close it. Ernest, however, acted faster than she could. He stepped in, reached out his hand, and

much strength that

almost upset to

felt embarrassed with the black mask on

head, she asked

something

Seeing how embarrassed she was, he curled

moment? I...

still wanted to push Ernest out of her room, but he didn’t want her to succeed. Lifting

in his hands on the desk, he naturally went to the bar counter. Then he fetched a goblet and a bottle of wine, opened the cork, and poured himself a glass

acted in one go, so leisurely as if he were in his own

“Please go ahead. I’ll wait

speechless. She wanted him to

This was her room,

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

your mind? Do you want to talk with me like

did he mean? With the black mask on her

suddenly blushed again, feeling her cheeks burning. In a hurry, she turned around and

Ernest curled up his lips a bit and