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.

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

mask, Florence was lying on the bed. She was about to watch a

come to her at

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

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

the thought of it, Florence stood up immediately and buttoned up all the buttons on her pajamas. Then she

she opened the door and saw the person standing there, Florence was in a

that

it be

facial mask,

she was always restrained in his presence. Every

how she looked

and he could

She looked quite adorable.

gazing at her, Florence

wearing a facial

could she meet someone in this way? It would be

wanted to show him

to close it. Ernest, however, acted faster than she could. He stepped in, reached out his hand, and pressed

No matter how much strength that Florence used, the

almost upset

with the black

head, she asked anxiously,

something

looking down at her face. Seeing how embarrassed she was, he curled up his lips into a

for a moment? I...

but he didn’t want her to succeed.

the desk, he naturally went to the bar counter. Then he fetched a goblet and a bottle of wine, opened the cork, and poured

acted in one go, so leisurely as if he were

go ahead. I’ll wait

She wanted him to wait

he had done. This was her room, but how could he

took a sip

Do you want to talk with me

With the black mask on her

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

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