My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

“Mr. Hawkins!” Florence suddenly called his name in a loud voice, gritting her teeth.

Her sharp voice was like a dagger that cut in the stressful atmosphere in the suite.

She turned around and looked at him coldly. Her determination made Ernest’s heart sink.

“We only have an agreement from the very beginning, and that was the only connection between us. The deadline for our agreement has long passed. After returning to City N, I’ll tell Grandma Georgia to call off our engagement.”

Ernest’s body was stiffened.

Florence continued, “Before that, Mr. Hawkins, I hope you can arrange everything to deal with the consequences. Also, please don’t mind my privacy.”

Her each word was trying to draw a clear distinction with him, pushing him further and further.

She didn’t give him any chance decisively.

Ernest gazed at Florence.

“Are you so determined to call off the engagement with me?”

Ernest’s voice was quite low as if each word seemed to be quite stressful.

Florence, who could speak fluently, suddenly felt that she couldn’t find the right word to answer. She just felt too depressed that she flustered.

She realized that if she answered his question, it seemed that everything would be confirmed.

For some reason, she felt quite sad.

Clenching her fists tightly, Florence hummed to answer him.

After the syllable fell from her tongue, the suite quieted down horribly in an instant.

Ernest gazed at Florence. In his deep eyes, the glint slowly dimmed, and his darkened eyes made her uneasy.

He stood upright, and his tall and strong body seemed to petrify into a statute.

After a long while, he whispered in difficulty, “Please leave.”

Florence’s body shook slightly, which could barely be seen.

words reechoed in

let

she had been longing for a long time. However, when she finally succeeded, she didn’t feel relaxed or delighted at all. Instead, she found it so hard to breathe as if she was a fish

the disappointment on his face was like an invisible gap

Neither could cross it.

should resist because this was the distance that they ought to

her depression, tightened her grip on the handle of the luggage, turned around, and

were fast, messy, and panicked as if she was

she was afraid of regret if she didn’t

disappear from his sight in a hurry, his face darkened. The helplessness and frustration that he had never experienced before surrounded him like the

couldn’t make her

pushed her

Florence walked straight into

tightened body a bit. However, her heart was like being torn by a hand. It cracked bit by bit, and

the wall of the elevator, she tried hard to

knew that she had pushed herself away

she and made. However, for some

the suite, silence had terrifyingly blanked

still stood motionlessly at the spot, gazing in

long while, he finally

was full

and said in a low voice, “Timothy,

the end of the line, Timothy was quite confused, wondering where Florence was going and why he

was about to ask for more details, but Ernest

phone, Timothy couldn’t help but twitch his mouth corners. He sensed something wrong

walked to the entrance of the hotel. Meanwhile, he also looked into the surveillance

checked in last night. After putting it in,

planning to get her belongings out from Philus Hotel so that Reynold could check

Florence walked to the entrance of the hotel while lowering her head. Then she saw the familiar Lamborghini

heart skipped a

he was going out or going back to

face him. She wondered if

mess. Right then, the door of the driver’s seat open. With a polite smile, Timothy walked

please allow me to

taken aback for a moment, realizing that