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.

for business and study, so she was not too busy

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

wondered who would come to

her coworkers treated her respectfully, so naturally, they were not friends. The persons

and probably they would like to talk about business with

all the buttons on her

the door and saw the person

was so shocked that

could it be

wearing a facial mask, Ernest was also taken

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

never seen how she looked like with

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

She looked quite adorable.

at her, Florence suddenly

wearing a facial

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

show him such a messy side of

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

her. No matter how much strength that Florence used, the door didn’t move a

was almost

embarrassed with the black

asked anxiously,

have something to

kept looking down at her face. Seeing how

you please wait for a moment? I... I need

but he didn’t want her to succeed. Lifting his long

naturally went to the bar counter. Then he fetched a goblet and a bottle of wine, opened the cork, and poured himself

leisurely as if

“Please go ahead. I’ll

was speechless. She wanted him to wait

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

glare, Ernest took a sip of the

you

he mean? With the black

cheeks burning. In a hurry, she

at Florence’s receding figure, Ernest curled up his lips