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

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

come to her

were

at her door, and probably they would

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

saw the

shocked that

could it

a facial mask, Ernest was

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

seen how she looked

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

She looked quite adorable.

kept gazing at her,

was still wearing

someone in this way? It would be alright if

never wanted to show him such a messy side of

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

strength that Florence

almost

the black mask

she asked

something

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

moment?

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

he naturally went to the bar counter. Then he fetched a goblet and a bottle of wine, opened the cork, and poured

acted in one go, so leisurely as

said, “Please go ahead. I’ll wait for

She wanted him to

disdained what he had done. This was her room, but how could he behave as if it

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

you changed your mind? Do you

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

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

up his lips a bit and took another sip