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.”

in a deep voice, “If you still

you going?” Florence

shrugged. “It’s such a big place here. I can

around? For

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

didn’t have the heart and said, “Let’s go to the lounge together.

noon break, so

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

handsome

slight smile flashed through

reserved. All the guests who attended the show were arranged in different

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

equipped. It was

be prepared particularly for Ernest

she had been

quickly looked around the suite and walked directly to the soft

can take a nap

were darkened. He understood that Florence obviously wanted to distance herself from him

that night, their relationship was so tensed as they were on a block of thin

in agreement

gentlemanly and easy-going, Florence was a bit taken

onto his bed. Although he didn’t have

today. Florence’s flustered heart secretly jumped back into her

bit more relaxed when getting

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. It

couldn’t nap at

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

pajamas

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

where he

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

help but praised the hotel again -- it was indeed the president suite, and