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.

for business and study, so she was not too busy

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

who would come to her at this

her coworkers treated her respectfully, so naturally, they were not friends. The

at her door, and probably they would like to talk about business with her, which

all the buttons on her pajamas. Then she opened the door with the facial mask on

the person

so shocked that she was standing there

could it be

facial mask, Ernest was also

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

had never seen how she looked like with

he could only see

She looked quite adorable.

at her, Florence suddenly realized

was still wearing

could she meet someone in this way? It would be alright if it were someone

never wanted to show him such a messy

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

her. No matter how much strength that

was almost upset

felt embarrassed with the black mask on her

she asked

have something to

face. Seeing how

for a moment? I... I

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

Then he fetched a goblet and a bottle of wine, opened the cork,

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

ahead. I’ll wait

was speechless. She wanted

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

had noticed her hateful glare, Ernest took a sip

you want to talk with me like

he mean? With

burning. In a hurry, she turned around and

his lips a bit and took another sip of