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.

to Riverside City for business and study, so she was not too busy or

lying on the bed. She was about to watch a movie but heard a knock on her

would come to

were not friends. The persons that she contacted the most were

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

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

opened the door and saw the person

was so shocked that she was standing there

it

her in pajamas and wearing a facial mask,

she was always restrained in his presence.

never seen how she looked like with the facial mask

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

She looked quite adorable.

Ernest kept gazing at her, Florence

wearing a

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

him such a messy

and was about to close it. Ernest, however, acted faster than she could. He stepped in, reached out his hand, and pressed the door

No matter how much strength that

almost upset

the black mask

asked anxiously,

something to tell

Ernest’s tone sounded serious, he kept looking down at her face. Seeing how embarrassed she was, he curled up his lips into a

moment? I... I need to wash

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

counter. Then he fetched a goblet and a bottle of wine, opened the cork, and poured himself a glass

as if he were in his own

go ahead. I’ll wait for

was speechless. She wanted

she disdained what he had done. This was her

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

you

did he mean? With the black mask on her

again, feeling her cheeks burning. In a

at Florence’s receding figure, Ernest curled up his lips a bit and took another sip of the