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.

and study, so she was not too

on the bed. She was about to

would come

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

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

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

door and saw the person standing there, Florence was in

shocked that she was standing

could it

pajamas and wearing a facial mask, Ernest was

was always restrained in his presence. Every time she was

seen how she looked like with the facial

had covered her whole face, and he

She looked quite adorable.

at her,

wearing

be alright if it were someone else,

him such a

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

strength

was almost upset to

with the black

head, she asked anxiously,

have something to tell

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

please wait for a moment? I...

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

box in his hands on the desk, he naturally went to the bar counter. Then he fetched a goblet and a bottle

acted in one go, so leisurely as if he

go ahead. I’ll wait for

She wanted

done. This was her room,

if he had noticed her hateful glare, Ernest took a sip of

Do you

did he mean? With the black mask

burning. In a hurry, she turned around

up his lips a bit and took another