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

mask, Florence was lying on the bed. She was

come to her

was unique, her coworkers treated her respectfully, so naturally, they were not

they would

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

the person standing there, Florence

was so shocked that she

it be

pajamas and wearing a facial mask, Ernest

was always restrained

looked

whole face, and he could only

She looked quite adorable.

kept gazing at her, Florence suddenly

still wearing a facial

in this way? It would be alright if it were

never wanted to show him such

Ernest, however, acted faster than she could. He stepped

stronger than her. No matter how much strength that Florence used, the

almost

embarrassed with the black mask on

she asked anxiously, “What

have something

Seeing how embarrassed she was, he curled up his

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

want her to

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

leisurely as

go ahead. I’ll wait for

speechless. She wanted him

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

glare, Ernest took a sip of the wine, turned to look at her,

Do you want to

this? What did he mean? With the black mask

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

Ernest curled up his lips a bit and took another sip of