My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Before she could figure it out, she said, “Mr. Hawkins, I’ll go to my lounge.”

The lounge was arranged by the sponsor, and she didn’t know where her lounge was, so she asked an employee of the fashion show who was standing next to her.

The staff looked at her ticket and became a bit surprised. Then he had an ingratiating look on his face.

“Ms. Fraser, the lounge for you and Mr. Hawkins is the A-labeled VIP suite on the top floor. Shall I show you the way?”

Florence was a bit taken aback as she didn’t miss the key point in his answer.

He said the lounge for her and Mr. Hawkins...

Wasn’t it a single lounge for her only?

Florence was confused and about to question him further, Ernest walked to her.

Reaching out, he put his arm on her shoulder and said to the staff, “Please go back to your work.”

“Sure, Mr. Hawkins. If you need any help, please inform me.”

The staff left respectfully.

As soon as he left, Florence looked up at the man next to her in confusion.

Ernest was calm and indifferent. He followed her as if he had known there was a lounge arranged for them both.

He pressed his lips and explained to Florence, “You are my date, and the sponsor also knew that we’re couple-to-be, so they provide us with one lounge.”

Ernest had admitted that Florence was his fiancée in public, so most of the attendees in the fashion show knew the fact.

It seemed the sponsor’s arrangement made sense indeed.

However...

Florence looked at the man next to her in depression. She felt so uneasy. She had never expected that she would take a break with him in the same room.

While she was hesitating and depressed, Ernest said in a casual and flat tone, “We’ll take a break at noon. The suite is quite big. You won’t feel crowded.”

a pause, he added in a deep voice, “If you still feel uneasy, I

you going?”

shrugged. “It’s such a big place here. I can wander around. Soon the evening would

For a whole

She could have a break and take a nap in the

“Let’s go to the lounge together. It’s a

was a noon break, so she could nap

got used to each other’s habits. Although they should keep their distance from each other, it was still acceptable for

nodded, his handsome face

a slight smile flashed through his

it was fully reserved. All the guests who attended the show

a hotel were quite different from each other, good or bad, low or high-end. Florence was almost certain that she could get the

and furniture were quite delicate in this suite, fully equipped. It was more high-end than the president

be prepared

she had been beneficial because

quickly looked around the suite and walked directly to the

take a

from him and didn’t want to

their relationship was so tensed as they were on a block of thin ice. Ernest couldn’t force Florence to do

in agreement directly. “All

Ernest was so gentlemanly and easy-going, Florence was

to push her onto his bed. Although he didn’t have sex with

so easy-going today. Florence’s flustered heart secretly jumped back into

a bit more relaxed when getting along with

the sofa, and sat down. However, she couldn’t lie down because she was in the evening dress, which was

at the soft big sofa, she felt a bit helpless. It seemed that she could

couldn’t nap at

at her helpless face. Pressing his think slips, he walked to her and handed the silk pajamas in his

pajamas before taking

the style

wondered where he had found

actively explained, “They were offered by the hotel. I found them in the closet. They are new and the quality is just

the hotel again -- it was indeed the president