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 least, she

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

would come to her at this

coworkers treated her respectfully, so naturally, they were

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

of it, Florence stood up immediately and buttoned up all the buttons on her pajamas. Then she opened the door with the

door and saw the person standing there, Florence

so shocked that she was standing there

could it

in pajamas and wearing a facial mask, Ernest was also taken

a lot of times, she was always restrained in his presence. Every time

had never seen how she looked like with

black mast had covered her whole face, and he could only see

She looked quite adorable.

at her, Florence suddenly realized

was still wearing a facial

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

to show him such a messy side

a sudden and was about to close it. Ernest, however,

far stronger than her. No matter how much strength that Florence used, the door didn’t

almost

felt embarrassed with the black mask

asked anxiously, “What

something to tell

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

please wait for a moment? I... I need

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

he naturally went to the bar counter. Then he fetched a

in one go, so leisurely as

ahead. I’ll wait

She wanted him to wait

in depression, she disdained what he had done. This was her

glare, Ernest took a sip

you changed your mind? Do you want

With the black mask on

again, feeling her cheeks burning. In a hurry, she turned around

figure, Ernest curled up his lips a bit and took another sip of the wine