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.

on the bed. She was about to watch a movie

come

were not friends. The persons that she contacted the most were Reynold and

were at her door, and probably they would like to talk about

and buttoned up all the buttons on her pajamas.

the door and saw the person standing there, Florence

was so shocked that

could it

a facial mask, Ernest was

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

how she looked like with the facial

whole face, and he could only see her big eyes

She looked quite adorable.

gazing at her, Florence

was still wearing a

this way? It would be

to show him such

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

matter how much strength that Florence used, the door didn’t move a

almost upset

the black mask

head, she asked anxiously, “What

something to tell

Seeing how embarrassed she was, he curled up his

moment? I... I need to

he didn’t want her to

the bar counter. Then he

acted in one go, so leisurely as if he were

go ahead. I’ll wait for

was speechless. She wanted

done. This was her room, but how could he behave

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

Do you want to talk with

With the black

feeling her cheeks burning. In a

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