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.

and study, so she was not too busy or idle.

shower and doing a facial mask, Florence was lying on the bed.

who would come to her at this

were not friends.

they were at her door, and probably they

buttoned up all the buttons on her pajamas. Then

the door and saw the person standing there, Florence was in a

so shocked that she was

could it be

pajamas and wearing a facial mask,

lot of times, she was always

had never seen how she looked

he could only see her big eyes and cherry-like

She looked quite adorable.

gazing at her, Florence

still wearing

in this way? It would be alright if

to show him such a

and was about to close it. Ernest, however, acted faster than she

strength

was almost

the

asked anxiously, “What are

have something to

kept looking down at her face. Seeing how

for a moment? I... I need to

wanted to push Ernest out of her room, but he didn’t want her

paper box in his hands on the desk, he naturally went to the bar counter. Then he fetched a goblet and a bottle of wine, opened the cork, and

in one go, so leisurely as if he were in his

said, “Please go ahead. I’ll wait

She wanted him

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

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

your mind? Do you want to talk

What did he mean? With

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

his lips a bit and took another sip of the wine