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. At least, she could

bed. She was about

who would come to her

her identity was unique, her coworkers treated her respectfully, so naturally, they were not friends. The persons that

possible that they were at her door, and probably they would like to talk about business with her,

thought of it, Florence stood up immediately and buttoned up all the buttons

door and saw the

that she was standing

it

pajamas and wearing a facial mask,

shared his bed with Florence a lot of times, she was always restrained in his presence.

had never seen how she looked like with the

face, and he could only see her big

She looked quite adorable.

gazing at her, Florence suddenly

was still wearing

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

him such

the door all of a sudden and was about to close it. Ernest, however, acted faster than

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

was almost upset

embarrassed with the black

her head, she asked

something to

down at her face. Seeing how embarrassed she was, he curled up his lips into

a moment? I...

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

naturally went to the bar counter. Then he fetched a goblet and a

leisurely as if he were

“Please go ahead.

wanted

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

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

you want to talk with me like

mean? With the black mask

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

lips a bit and took another sip of