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

taking a shower and doing a facial mask, Florence was lying on the bed. She was

come to her at

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

probably they would like to talk about business with

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

and saw the person standing there, Florence was in a

so shocked that she was

could it be

a facial mask,

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

never seen how she looked like with the facial

whole face, and he could only see her big eyes and

She looked quite adorable.

Ernest kept gazing at her,

was still wearing

be alright if it were

never wanted to show him such a

a sudden and was about to close it. Ernest, however,

matter how much strength that Florence used, the door didn’t

was almost upset

felt embarrassed with the black

her head, she asked anxiously,

something

sounded serious, he kept looking down at her face. Seeing how embarrassed she was, he curled

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

wanted to push Ernest out of her room, but he didn’t want her to succeed. Lifting his long legs, he swayed into her room

Then he fetched

acted in one go, so leisurely as if he were

ahead. I’ll wait

She wanted him to

at him in depression, she disdained what he had done. This was her room, but how could he behave as if it was

a sip of the wine, turned to look at her,

mind? Do you want to talk

mean? With the black mask

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

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