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.

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

Florence was lying on the bed.

come to her at this

they were not friends.

door, and probably they would like to talk about

immediately and buttoned up all the buttons on her pajamas. Then

opened the door and saw the person

that she was standing

could it

wearing a facial mask, Ernest was also

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

she looked like with the facial

black mast had covered her whole face, and he could only see her big eyes and cherry-like

She looked quite adorable.

Ernest kept gazing at her, Florence

still wearing a facial

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

wanted to show him such a messy side of

it. Ernest, however, acted

much strength that

almost upset to

with the black mask on her

her head, she asked anxiously, “What are

have something to tell

face. Seeing how embarrassed she was, he curled up

for a moment? I... I need to

still wanted to push Ernest out of her room, but he didn’t want

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, and poured himself a glass of

acted in one go, so leisurely as if he were

said, “Please go ahead. I’ll wait for

She wanted him

disdained what he had done. This was her room, but how could he behave as

sip of the wine,

changed your mind? Do you

did he mean? With the black

her cheeks burning. In a hurry, she turned around

figure, Ernest curled up his lips a bit and