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.

to Riverside City for business and study, so she was not

taking a shower and doing a facial mask, Florence was lying on the bed. She was about to watch a movie but heard a knock

wondered who would come to

they were not friends. The

possible that they were at her door, and probably they would like

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

door and saw the

shocked that

could it be

pajamas and wearing a facial mask, Ernest was also taken

had shared his bed with Florence a lot of times, she was always restrained in his presence.

how she looked like with the facial

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

She looked quite adorable.

at her, Florence

was still wearing

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

him such a

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

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

was almost upset to

the black mask

head, she asked anxiously,

have something to

her face. Seeing how embarrassed she was, he

wait for a moment? I...

didn’t want her to succeed. Lifting his

naturally went to the bar counter. Then he fetched a goblet and a bottle

leisurely as

“Please go ahead. I’ll

was speechless. She wanted him to wait

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

a sip of the wine,

your mind? Do you want to talk with

he mean? With the

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

his lips a bit and took another sip of the wine