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.

so she was not too

and doing a facial mask, Florence was lying on the bed. She was

would come

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

at her door, and probably they

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

the person standing there, Florence was in

that she

could it

and wearing a facial mask, Ernest was

of times, she was always

looked like with the

mast had covered her whole face, and he could only see her big eyes and cherry-like

She looked quite adorable.

Ernest kept gazing at her,

was still wearing a

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

show him such a messy side of

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

her. No matter how much strength

was almost

embarrassed with the black mask on her

her head, she asked anxiously, “What are you

something to

Ernest’s tone sounded serious, he kept looking down at her face. Seeing how embarrassed she was, he curled up

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

of her room, but he didn’t want her to succeed. Lifting his long legs, he swayed into her

in his hands on the desk, he naturally went to the bar counter. Then he fetched a goblet and a bottle of wine, opened the cork, and poured himself a

leisurely as if he

“Please go ahead. I’ll wait for

She wanted

had done. This was her

took a sip of the wine, turned to look

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

did he mean? With the black mask

In a hurry, she turned around and

his lips a