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.

study, so she was not too busy or idle. At least, she could have a rest

taking a shower and doing a facial mask, Florence was lying on the bed. She was about to watch a movie but heard a knock on her

who would come to

treated her respectfully, so naturally, they were not friends.

and probably they would like to talk about business with her, which couldn’t be

up immediately and buttoned up all the buttons on her pajamas. Then

the door and saw the person standing there, Florence was

shocked that she was

could it

wearing a facial mask,

she was always restrained

looked like with the

face, and he could only see

She looked quite adorable.

kept gazing at her, Florence suddenly realized

wearing

be alright if it

to show him such a

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

much strength that Florence

almost upset

embarrassed with the black mask on

she asked

have something to tell

sounded serious, he kept looking down at her face. Seeing how embarrassed she was, he curled

moment? I... I

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

bar counter. Then he fetched a goblet and a bottle of wine, opened

go, so leisurely as if he

“Please go ahead. I’ll

was speechless. She wanted him

This was her room, but how could he

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

you changed your mind? Do you want to talk

this? What did he mean? With the

her cheeks burning. In a hurry, she turned around and trotted into the

at Florence’s receding figure, Ernest curled up his lips a bit and took another sip of the