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,

you going?” Florence

such a big place here. I

around? For

her conscience was troubled. She could have a break and take a nap

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

break, so she could nap on

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

nodded, his handsome face remaining

flashed through his deep

fashion show was held in this hotel, it was fully reserved. All the guests who attended the show

of a hotel were quite different from each other, good or bad, low or high-end. Florence

equipped. It was more high-end than the president

prepared particularly for

had been

the suite and walked

take a nap

He understood that Florence obviously 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 force Florence to

agreement directly. “All

was so gentlemanly and easy-going,

tried every means to push her onto his bed. Although he didn’t have sex with her, he

Florence’s flustered heart secretly jumped back into her

felt a bit more relaxed when

down. However, she couldn’t lie

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

nap at

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

the pajamas before taking

the

he had

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

was indeed the president