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

bed. She was about

wondered who would come

identity was unique, her coworkers treated her respectfully, so naturally, they were not friends. The persons that

probably they would like to talk about business with her, which

all the buttons

opened the door and saw the person standing there, Florence was in a

shocked that she was standing there

could it

facial mask, Ernest was

times, she was

seen how she looked like

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

She looked quite adorable.

at her, Florence

still wearing a facial

be alright if it were someone else, but he was

wanted to show him

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

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

almost upset

felt embarrassed with the black

asked anxiously, “What

something to

tone sounded serious, he kept looking down at her face. Seeing how embarrassed she was, he curled up his lips into a teasing

moment? I... I need to

her room, but he didn’t want her to succeed. Lifting

paper box in his hands on the desk, he naturally went to the bar counter. Then he fetched a goblet and a bottle of wine, opened the cork, and poured

so leisurely as if he were in his own

“Please go ahead. I’ll

speechless. She wanted

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

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

your mind? Do you want to

this? What did he mean? With

cheeks burning. In a hurry,

curled up his lips a bit and took