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.

to Riverside City for business and study, so she was not too

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

would come to her at

coworkers treated her respectfully, so naturally, they were not friends. The

and probably they would like to talk about business

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

opened the door and saw the person standing there,

was so shocked that

could it

pajamas and wearing a facial mask, Ernest was

she was always restrained in his presence. Every time she was

had never seen how she looked

her whole face, and he could only

She looked quite adorable.

Ernest kept gazing at her,

wearing

be alright if it were someone

never wanted to show him such a messy side of

the door all of a sudden and was about to close it. Ernest, however, acted faster than

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

was almost upset

with the

her head, she asked anxiously, “What are you

have something

sounded serious, he kept looking down at her face. Seeing how

a moment? I...

Ernest out of her room, but he didn’t want her to succeed. Lifting his long

box 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

go, so leisurely as if he were in his

“Please go ahead. I’ll wait

speechless. She wanted

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

noticed her hateful glare, Ernest took a sip of the wine, turned to look at her,

mind? Do you

he mean? With the

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

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