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.

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

the bed. She was about to watch a movie

who would come to her

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

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

buttons on her pajamas. Then she opened the door with the

door and saw the person standing there,

that

could it be

wearing a facial mask, Ernest was also taken aback

times, she was

she looked

covered her whole face, and he

She looked quite adorable.

gazing at her,

was still wearing a

she meet someone in this way? It would be

show him such a messy side

subconsciously, 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 pressed the

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

almost upset

embarrassed with the black mask on her

head, she asked

have something to

kept looking down at her face. Seeing how embarrassed she was,

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

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

down the paper box 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,

one go, so leisurely as if he were

“Please go ahead. I’ll

wanted him to wait

This was her room, but how could

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

Do you

mean? With the black mask on her

a hurry, she turned around and trotted into

at Florence’s receding figure, Ernest curled up his lips a bit and