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.

City for business and study, so she was not too busy or idle. At least, she could

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

come to

so naturally, they were not friends. The persons that she contacted

possible that they were at her door, and probably they would

immediately and buttoned up all the buttons on her pajamas. Then she opened

opened the door and saw the person standing there, Florence was in a

so shocked that

could it

pajamas and wearing a facial mask, Ernest was also taken aback

of times, she was always restrained in his presence. Every time she was wrapped tightly when

seen how she looked like with

he could only see her big eyes

She looked quite adorable.

kept gazing at her, Florence

still wearing

would be alright if it were someone else, but he was

show him such a

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

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

was almost upset to

felt embarrassed with the black

she asked

something

serious, he kept looking down at her face. Seeing how embarrassed she was, he curled up his lips into

please wait for a moment? I... I

her room, but he didn’t want her to succeed. Lifting his long legs,

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

one go, so leisurely as if he were in his

said, “Please go ahead. I’ll wait

was speechless. She wanted him

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

noticed her hateful glare, Ernest took a sip

you changed your mind? Do you want to talk with me

this? What did he mean? With the black mask on her

a hurry,

receding figure, Ernest curled up his lips a bit and took another sip of