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.”

voice, “If you still

you going?”

I can wander around. Soon

For a

troubled. She could have a break and take a nap in the

go

break, so she could nap on

she had shared the bed with Ernest for a period before. They had got used to each other’s habits. Although they should keep their distance from each other, it was still acceptable for her to share the same suite with

nodded, his handsome face remaining

a slight smile flashed

was fully reserved. All the guests who

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

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

prepared particularly for Ernest

that she had

looked around the suite and walked directly to the

take a nap

wanted to distance herself from him and didn’t want to share the same

was so tensed as they were on a block of thin ice. Ernest couldn’t

agreement directly. “All

and easy-going, Florence was a

were in a room together, Ernest always tried every means to push her onto his bed. Although he didn’t have sex with her, he always held her when sleeping

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

felt a bit more relaxed when getting along with

her handbag, walked to the sofa, and sat down. However, she couldn’t lie down because she was in the evening dress, which was only suited

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

couldn’t nap at

walked to her and handed the silk pajamas in

into the pajamas before

-- the style and size showed they were for

he had found such

offered by the hotel. I found them in the closet. They are new and the quality is just fine. You can make

praised the hotel again -- it was indeed the president