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 could have

on the bed. She was about to watch a movie but

would come to her at

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

and probably they would like to

buttons on her pajamas. Then she opened the door

opened the door and saw the person standing there,

so shocked that she was standing there

could it

wearing a facial mask, Ernest

Florence a lot of times, she was always restrained in his presence. Every time she was wrapped tightly when

seen how she looked like

whole face, and he could only see her big eyes and cherry-like

She looked quite adorable.

kept gazing at her,

was still wearing

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

him such a messy side

close it. Ernest, however, acted faster than she could. He stepped

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

was almost upset

felt embarrassed with the black

she asked

have something to

down at her face. Seeing how embarrassed

moment? I... I need to wash

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

the paper box 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

go, so leisurely as if he were

go ahead. I’ll wait

speechless. She wanted him

him in depression, she disdained what he had done. This was

sip of the wine, turned to look at her, and

Do you want to

this? What did he mean? With

cheeks burning. In a hurry, she

figure, Ernest curled up his lips a bit and took another sip