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.

she was not too busy or idle. At least, she could

a facial mask, Florence was lying on the bed. She was about

would come

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

they would like to talk about business with

buttoned up all the buttons on her

the door and saw the person standing there,

was so shocked that

could it be

wearing a facial mask, Ernest was also

times, she was always restrained in his presence. Every time she was wrapped tightly when

she looked like with the

he could only see her

She looked quite adorable.

Ernest kept gazing at her, Florence suddenly

still wearing a facial

It would be alright if it were someone else, but he

him such a messy side of

it. Ernest, however, acted

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

was almost upset

embarrassed with the

her head, she asked anxiously, “What

something

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

for a moment? I...

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

Then he fetched a goblet and a bottle of wine, opened

leisurely as if he were in

“Please go ahead. I’ll wait for

wanted him to wait

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

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

your mind? Do you want to

What did he mean? With

In a hurry, she turned around and

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