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.

so she was not too busy or idle. At least, she

taking a shower and doing a facial mask, Florence was lying on the bed. She was about to watch

come

they were not friends. The persons that she

be possible that they were at her door, and probably they would like to talk about business with her, which

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

opened the door and saw the

was so shocked that she was

could it be

in pajamas and wearing a facial

bed with Florence a lot of times, she was

seen how she looked like with the facial

and he could

She looked quite adorable.

gazing at her, Florence suddenly realized

wearing a facial

in this way? It would be alright if it were someone

wanted to show him

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

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

almost upset

felt embarrassed with the

asked anxiously,

something

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

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

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

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

acted in one go, so leisurely as

“Please go ahead. I’ll wait

wanted him

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

took a sip of the wine, turned to look at her, and smiled

mind? Do you

this? What did he mean? With the black mask on

her cheeks burning. In a hurry, she

lips