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.

came to Riverside City for business and study, so she was not too busy or idle. At least, she could have a rest

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

wondered who would come to

they were not friends. The

that they were at her door, and probably they would like to talk about business with

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

and saw the person standing there, Florence was in

was so shocked that she was

it

facial mask,

bed with Florence a lot of times, she was always restrained in his presence. Every time she was wrapped tightly when

had never seen how she looked like with the facial mask

he

She looked quite adorable.

gazing at

still wearing a

meet someone in this way? It would be

him such a

she pulled 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 pressed the door

stronger than her. No matter how much strength that

almost

the

her head, she asked anxiously, “What

have something

Seeing how embarrassed she was, he curled up his

a moment? I... I

room, but he didn’t want her to

to the bar counter. Then he

one go, so leisurely as if

go ahead. I’ll

She wanted

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

glare, Ernest took a sip of the

you changed your mind? Do you want to

What did he mean? With the black mask on

a hurry, she turned around and trotted

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