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.

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

doing a facial mask, Florence was lying on the bed. She was about to watch a movie but heard

would come to her at

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

and probably they would like to

of it, Florence stood up immediately and buttoned up all the buttons on her pajamas. Then she opened the door

and saw the

shocked that she

it be

wearing a facial mask, Ernest

Florence a lot of times, she was always restrained in his presence.

she looked like with

face, and he could only see her

She looked quite adorable.

Ernest kept gazing at her,

was still wearing

It would be alright if

never wanted to show him such a messy side

about to close it. Ernest, however, acted faster than

was far stronger than her. No matter how much strength that Florence used, the door didn’t move

was almost upset to

with the black

she asked anxiously,

have something to

Seeing how

you please wait for a moment? I... I need to wash my

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

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

so leisurely as if he were

“Please go ahead. I’ll

wanted

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

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

you changed your mind? Do you want to talk with me

mean? With the black mask

In a hurry, she

receding figure, Ernest curled up his lips a bit and took another sip of the wine