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.

bed.

wondered who would come to

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

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

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

door and saw the person standing there, Florence

was so shocked that

it be

her in pajamas and wearing a facial

was always restrained in

looked

and he could only see

She looked quite adorable.

gazing at her, Florence

was still wearing a facial

It would be alright if it were someone

never wanted to show him such a

close it. Ernest, however, acted faster than she could. He stepped in, reached out his hand,

strength that Florence used, the door didn’t move a

was almost

embarrassed with the black mask

asked

have something to tell

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

wait for a moment? I...

he didn’t want her to

his hands on the desk, he naturally went to the bar counter. Then

one go, so leisurely as if he were in

ahead. I’ll wait for

wanted him

what he had done. This was her room,

Ernest took a sip of the

changed your mind? Do you want to talk with me

mean? With the black mask on

a hurry, she turned around

his lips a bit and took another sip of the wine