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.”

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

where are you going?” Florence

here. I can wander around. Soon the evening would

For a whole

that her conscience was troubled. She could have a break and take a nap in the lounge, but Ernest had to wander around in the

have the heart and said, “Let’s go to

was a noon break, so she could nap on the

for a period before. They had got used to each other’s habits. Although

handsome face remaining

flashed through his

held in this hotel, it was fully reserved.

each other, good or bad, low or high-end. Florence was almost certain that she could get the most luxurious president suite because

were quite delicate in this suite, fully equipped. It was more

prepared particularly for

she had been

the suite and walked directly to the soft

can take a

to distance herself from him and didn’t want to share the same bed with him at

they were on a block

agreement directly.

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

heart secretly jumped back

bit more relaxed when

put down 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

helpless.

nap at

his think slips, he walked to her and handed the silk pajamas in his

pajamas before taking

at the pajamas in surprise -- the

he

them in the closet. They are new and the

the hotel again -- it was indeed the president suite, and even