My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

She looked out of the window and smiled helplessly, “Ernest Hawkins.”

It seemed like that his name had been craved on her heart unknowingly. But he was the one that she couldn’t love.

Phoebe was not surprised when she learned the answer because it was within her expectation.

As expected, how could Florence fall in love with the other man with such a perfect fiancé by her side?

“Now that you have feelings for Ernest, why do you want to cancel the engagement with him?”

It’s a life-time pursuit and the happiest things for a woman to marry a man that she loves.

Phoebe couldn’t understand Florence.

Florence pressed her lips together. She was overwhelmed by a bitter feeling. It was because she loved Ernest that she had to cancel their engagement.

She shook her head, “This is life. For the most of the time, we can’t do the things that we like.”

Phoebe knitted her brows and felt distressed for Florence.

“But you look sad now.”

Florence didn’t look as sad as she was now when she was treated by Grayson back then.

She must love Ernest very much.

In TS Club…

Generally a super luxurious private room was supposed to be boisterous with beauties surrounding their guests. But right at this moment, several men sat straightly and obediently on the sofa. All off them looked gloomy.

They drank one bottle after another. None of they dared to speak loudly.

They stole a glance at the man who was sitting on the innermost part of the sofa from time to time to see whether if his expression was getting colder.

Originally, Harold and his friends had a gathering tonight and they booked the private room as well as the beautiful hostesses and the wines.

When they were singing in the room, which pushed the atmosphere to its climax, Ernest broke into the room and walked in with a cold face. He then urged those hostesses to leave without any explanation.

Harold and his friends were dumbfounded and looked at each other in bewilderment.

Ernest was not in

acting unruly and annoyingly in usual times, restrained himself and sat on the sofa near to Ernest obediently. When Ernest gulped down the glass of wine, he would immediately refill

finally failed to control his curiosity and secretly poked at Anthony’s

with Ernest today? He came back from Riverside in advance of the schedule and

“I’m not clear

See, he’s so ingratiating now. Absolutely he has committed

Harold who was sucking up to Ernest and seemed to think of

Florence falls for a man. Could it

pupils shrank when he thought of

was wise person and he quickly got the key point

asked, “The one that Florence

shocked, he didn’t keep down his voice when he spilled out the words and everyone in the room, which was prevailed

looked towards Stephan with astonishment with the

glass tightly and some cracks could be seen on

of the room

froze. It seemed

I didn’t

Crack.

cracked and the broken pieces slipped down Ernest’s hand and

pieces, the scene looked really thrilling as if it was a scene of an

preparing themselves for

felt overwhelmed by gloominess. He seemed to be able

Damn it.

to seal

his thin lips

word by word with a tough and

know how to react. Ernest didn’t give

Florence liked him was more important

he escaped from an attack just now. He chuckled and said, “Yeah. I put my foot in

poured himself three glasses of wine and gulped them

drunken was better than be beating up by

response, but his expression still looked gloomy. There was a touch of anger stuffed in his chest and he

him, yet she insisted on cancelling

never encountered such an annoying thing in