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.

came to Riverside City for business and study, so she was not too busy or idle. At least,

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

wondered who would come to her at this

so naturally, they were not friends. The persons that she contacted the

and probably they would like to talk about

buttoned up all the buttons on her pajamas. Then she opened

the person standing

was so shocked that

it be

in pajamas and wearing a facial mask, Ernest was

was always restrained in his presence. Every time she was wrapped tightly when

she looked like with the facial

whole face, and he could only see her

She looked quite adorable.

kept gazing at her, Florence

still wearing a facial

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

never wanted to show him

pulled the door all of a sudden and was about to close it. Ernest, however, acted faster than she could. He

matter how much strength that Florence used,

almost upset

the black mask on her

she asked anxiously,

something

face. Seeing how embarrassed she was,

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

of her room, but he didn’t want her to

the bar counter. Then he fetched a goblet and a bottle

leisurely as if he were in his own

go ahead. I’ll wait for

speechless. She wanted him

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

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

Do you want to talk with me

With the black mask

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

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