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.

was not too

bed. She was about to watch a movie but heard a knock on

would come

they were not friends. The persons that she contacted the most

they would like to

all the buttons on

and saw the person

that she was

it be

in pajamas and wearing a facial mask, Ernest was

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

had never seen how she looked like with the facial

he could

She looked quite adorable.

kept gazing at her, Florence suddenly realized

was still wearing a

way? It would be

never wanted to show him such

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

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

almost

felt embarrassed with the black mask

her head, she asked anxiously, “What are you

something to

her face. Seeing how embarrassed she was, he curled

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

want her to succeed.

Then he fetched a

as if he were

“Please go ahead. I’ll

wanted him to

was her room,

a sip of

your mind? Do you

With the black mask on

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

lips a