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,

where are you

I can wander

around? For

break and take a nap in the lounge, but Ernest had to wander around in the hall. It

a hesitation, Florence still didn’t have the heart and said, “Let’s go to the lounge together. It’s a suite and there

was a noon break, so she could nap on 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

handsome

smile flashed

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

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 luxurious president suite because

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

be prepared

she had been

looked around the suite and walked directly to the soft

can take a

that Florence obviously wanted to distance herself from him and

was so tensed as they were on

in agreement

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

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

Florence’s flustered heart secretly jumped

more relaxed when getting along

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

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

nap at

her helpless face. Pressing his think slips, he walked to her and handed the

pajamas before taking

-- the style and size showed they were

he had found such

I found them in the closet. They are new and the

praised the hotel again -- it was