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.

City for business and study, so she was not too busy or idle. At least,

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

wondered who would come to her at

were not friends. The persons that she

be possible that they were at her door, and probably they would like to talk about business with her, which couldn’t be

the buttons on her pajamas. Then she

saw the

so shocked that

it be

a facial mask, Ernest was also taken

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

how she looked

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

She looked quite adorable.

Ernest kept gazing at her,

wearing

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

to show him such

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

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

almost upset

felt embarrassed with the black mask

her head, she asked

something to tell

face. Seeing how embarrassed she was, he curled up his lips into a teasing

moment? I...

he didn’t want

box in his hands on the desk, he naturally went to the bar counter. Then he fetched a goblet and a bottle of

one go, so leisurely as if he were

“Please go ahead. I’ll wait

speechless. She wanted him

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

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

your mind? Do you want to talk with me like

this? What did he mean? With

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

figure, Ernest curled up his lips a