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.

study, so she was not too busy or idle. At least, she could have a

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

who would come

were not friends. The persons that

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

up all the buttons

the door and saw the person

that

could it be

and wearing a facial mask, Ernest was

a lot of times, she was always

never seen how she looked like with the facial

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

She looked quite adorable.

kept gazing at her, Florence suddenly

was still wearing a

It would be alright if it were someone else,

never wanted to show him such

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

far stronger than her. No matter how much strength that Florence used, the door didn’t

was almost upset to

with the

asked anxiously, “What

have something to tell

kept looking down at her face. Seeing

for a moment? I... I need to wash my

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

down the paper box in his hands on the desk, he naturally went to the bar counter. Then he fetched a goblet and a bottle

go, so leisurely as

“Please go ahead. I’ll wait

She wanted him

This was her room, but how could he behave as if it was

he had noticed her hateful glare, Ernest took a sip of

Do you want to talk with me

With

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

receding figure, Ernest curled up his lips a bit