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.

was not too busy or idle. At

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

who would come to her at this

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

they were at her door, and probably they

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

the person standing

that she was standing

it be

in pajamas and wearing a facial mask, Ernest was

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

how she looked

mast had covered her whole face, and he

She looked quite adorable.

gazing at

was still wearing a facial

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

him such a

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

much strength that Florence

almost upset to

felt embarrassed with the

she asked anxiously, “What are

something to

Seeing how

for a moment? I... I

still wanted to push Ernest out of her room, but he didn’t want

counter. Then

one go, so leisurely as if he were

ahead.

speechless. She wanted him to wait

he had done. This was her room, but how

if he had noticed her hateful glare, Ernest took a sip of the wine, turned to look

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

he mean? With the black

a hurry, she turned around and trotted into the

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