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.

was not

was lying on the bed. She was about to watch

wondered who would come to her at

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

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

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

door and saw the person standing there, Florence was

that she was standing

could it

a facial mask, Ernest

lot of times, she was always restrained in his

looked like with the

and he could only see her big eyes

She looked quite adorable.

at her,

still wearing a facial

someone in this way? It would be alright if it were

show him such a messy side of

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

far stronger than her. No matter how much strength that Florence used,

was almost upset

the black

her head, she asked anxiously, “What

something

down at her face. Seeing how embarrassed she was,

wait for a moment?

but he didn’t want

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

in one go, so leisurely as

ahead. I’ll wait

wanted him to

depression, she disdained what he had done. This was her room, but how could he behave as

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

you want to

mean? With the black mask

blushed again, feeling her cheeks burning. In a hurry, she turned around and trotted into

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