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 or

mask, Florence was lying on the bed. She was about to watch

come to her at this

so naturally, they were not

they would like to talk about

the thought of it, Florence stood up immediately and buttoned up all the buttons

the door and saw the person standing

shocked that she

could it

and wearing a facial mask, Ernest

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

she looked like with

he could only

She looked quite adorable.

Ernest kept gazing at her,

wearing

way? It would be alright

wanted to show him

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 out his hand,

much strength that Florence used, the door

almost upset to

felt embarrassed with the black mask on her

her head, she asked anxiously, “What are you

something to tell

at her face. Seeing how embarrassed she was, he curled up his

a moment? I... I

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

the desk, he naturally went to the bar counter. Then he

leisurely as

“Please go ahead.

wanted him to wait

This was her room, but how could

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

you want

did he mean? With the black mask

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

curled up his lips a bit and took