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.”

deep voice, “If you still feel uneasy, I can

are you going?” Florence asked

“It’s such a big place here. I

around? For a whole

her conscience was troubled. She could have a break and take a nap in the lounge, but Ernest

go to the lounge together.

a noon break, so she could nap on the

before. They had got used to each other’s habits. Although they should keep their distance from

his handsome face

flashed

held in this hotel, it was fully reserved. All

or bad, low or high-end. Florence was almost certain that she could get the

suite, fully equipped. It was more high-end than the president suite

be prepared

she had been

and

can take a nap

He understood that Florence obviously wanted to distance herself from him and didn’t want to share the same bed

the incident happened that night, their relationship was so tensed as they were on a block

in agreement directly. “All

that Ernest was so gentlemanly and easy-going, Florence was a bit

past, whenever they 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 and

flustered heart secretly jumped back into her chest for

a bit more relaxed

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

soft big sofa, she felt a bit helpless. It seemed that she could only sit

nap

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

pajamas before taking a

looked at the pajamas in surprise -- the style and size showed they were for

wondered where he

found them in the closet. They are new and the quality is just

was indeed