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

Florence was lying on the bed.

come to her at this

coworkers treated her respectfully, so naturally, they were not friends. The persons that she contacted the most were

at her door, and probably they would like to talk about business with her, which couldn’t be

stood up immediately and buttoned up all the buttons on her pajamas. Then she opened the door with the facial mask

she opened the door and saw the person standing there,

that she was

could it

and wearing a facial mask, Ernest was

she was always restrained in

she looked like with the facial

had covered her whole face, and he could only see

She looked quite adorable.

Ernest kept gazing at her,

was still wearing

could she meet someone in this way? It would be alright if it were someone else, but he

to show him such

to close it. Ernest, however, acted faster than she could. He stepped in, reached

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

was almost upset

with the

she asked

something

her face. Seeing how embarrassed she was, he curled up his

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

out of her room, but he didn’t want her to

the bar counter. Then he fetched a goblet and a bottle of wine, opened the

acted in one go, so leisurely as if he were in his

“Please go ahead. I’ll wait for

wanted him to

disdained what he had done. This was her room,

a sip of the

changed your mind? Do you want

What did he mean? With the black mask on her

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

his lips a bit and