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.

not too busy or

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

who would come to her at this

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

possible that they were at her door, and probably they would

stood up immediately and buttoned up all the buttons on her pajamas. Then she opened the door with the facial

and saw the

so shocked that she was

could it be

in pajamas and wearing a facial mask, Ernest was also

she was always restrained in his presence. Every time she was wrapped tightly when

seen how she looked like with the facial mask

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

She looked quite adorable.

Ernest kept gazing at her, Florence

was still wearing a

way? It would be alright if it were someone else, but he

to show him such

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

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

almost upset

with the black

head, she asked anxiously, “What are you

have something

looking down at her face. Seeing how embarrassed she was, he curled up his lips into

for a moment? I... I need

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

to the bar counter. Then he fetched

one go, so leisurely as if he were in

go ahead. I’ll

She wanted him to wait

This was her room, but

a sip of the wine,

Do you want to talk with me

did he mean? With the black

cheeks burning. In a hurry, she turned around and trotted into the

figure, Ernest curled up his lips a bit and took