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

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

wondered who would come

were not friends. The persons that she contacted the most

her door, and probably they would like to talk

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

opened the door and saw the person standing

was so shocked that she was standing

it

in pajamas and wearing a facial mask, Ernest was

he had shared his bed with Florence a lot of times, she was always restrained in his

seen how she looked like with the facial

had covered her whole face, and he could

She looked quite adorable.

kept gazing at her, Florence suddenly realized

still wearing

could she meet someone in this way? It would be alright if it were someone else,

never wanted to show him such a messy

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

matter how much strength that Florence used, the

almost upset

embarrassed with the

asked

have something to tell

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

moment? I...

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

went to the bar counter. Then he fetched a goblet and a bottle of wine, opened the cork, and poured himself a

as if he were in

go ahead.

was speechless. She wanted him to wait

in depression, she disdained what he had done. This was her room, but

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

mind? Do you want to talk with me

he mean? With

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

lips a bit and took another