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.

she was not too busy or idle. At least, she could have a rest

lying on the bed. She was about to watch a

wondered who would come to

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

possible that they were at her door, and probably they would like to talk

up all the buttons

and saw the person standing there, Florence was in a

that she was standing there

it be

a facial mask,

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

looked like with the

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

She looked quite adorable.

Ernest kept gazing at her, Florence suddenly realized

was still wearing a facial

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

him such

close it. Ernest, however, acted faster than she could. He stepped in, reached out his hand, and

was far stronger than her. No matter how much strength that Florence

almost

with the

she asked anxiously,

have something to tell

tone sounded serious, he kept looking down at her face. Seeing how embarrassed she was, he

moment? I... I need to wash my

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

on the desk, he naturally went to the bar counter. Then he fetched a

so leisurely as if he

go ahead.

She wanted him to

This was her room, but how could

if he had noticed her hateful glare, Ernest took a sip of

changed your mind? Do you want to talk

he mean? With the black

blushed again, feeling her cheeks burning. In a hurry, she turned around and trotted into the

Ernest curled up his lips a bit and took another sip of the