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 too busy or idle.

a shower and doing a facial mask, Florence was lying on the bed. She was

would come

her identity was unique, her coworkers treated her respectfully, so naturally, they were not friends. The

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

all the buttons on

the person standing there,

was so shocked that she was standing

it

wearing a facial mask, Ernest was also taken aback

his bed with Florence a lot of times, she was always restrained in his

had never seen how she looked like with

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

She looked quite adorable.

at her, Florence suddenly realized

wearing

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

never wanted to show him

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

than her. No matter how much strength that Florence

almost

felt embarrassed with the black mask

asked anxiously, “What are

something to

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

moment? I... I need

didn’t want her to succeed. Lifting

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

so leisurely as if he were in his own

ahead. I’ll

wanted him to

was her

sip of the wine, turned to look at

changed your mind? Do you want to talk

did he mean? With

cheeks burning. In a hurry, she turned around and

curled up his lips