My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Ernest didn’t reply them. He stood to his feet with a cold face and headed towards the outside.

He didn’t feel good in this room because he felt it stuffy and oppressed.

“Ernest, where’re you going?”

When seeing Ernest walking out of the room without saying anything, Harold hurriedly asked him. But Ernest was so indifferent and he ignored him again.

Harold couldn’t help but shake his head, “Tsk, what a temper.”

Anthony knitted his brows, “He left by himself. Did you call Timothy to pick him up?”

“I’ve already called him since I knew that Ernest would leave abruptly because he was not in a good mood.”

Harold shrugged his shoulders and lay back to the sofa. He was so curious about what had happened between Ernest and Florence.

Mr. Hawkins, who had always been composed and elegant, was so annoyed that he even threw a temper.

Ernest walked out of the club with coldness written all over his face. Timothy drove a Lamborghini here and stopped in front of him.

“Sir, please.” Timothy got off the car and then opened the door for Ernest.

Ernest took a glance at him. He didn’t say anything and got on the car. He didn’t care why Timothy was here after getting off his work.

Timothy stole a glance at Ernest, who was sitting on the back seat with a cold face and a smell of alcohol, feeling a bit confused.

Nothing went wrong when he got off his work. Why did Mr. Hawkins go out to buy drink after coming back home?

Although he was bewildered, he didn’t dare to ask Ernest about this. He stepped on the accelerator and headed towards Ernest’s villa.

The car was prevailed by an oppressed ambience all the way.

Ernest still looked noble, but he was exuding an extremely cold aura.

Hence, Timothy was nervous when he was driving the car.

It was a great torture to him even if the trip simply took twenty minutes.

When the car stopped in front of the villa, Timothy got off the car and gingerly opened the door, “Mr. Hawkins, we’ve arrived.”

He said carefully because he was afraid that he would anger Ernest unknowingly.

Ernest replied with an indifferent nasal sound. When he was about to get off the car, he looked out of the window and found that they were in Senna International Villa Community.

He forgot to tell Timothy that he would not come back to this villa just now.

This was not his rigorous style of dealing with things.

Looking at the villa and thinking of the woman inside, Ernest became more fretful.

had never been so annoyed by anything or any

expressions turned gloomier when he thought of this. He pressed his thin lips together and then ordered,

Why didn’t Mr. Hawkins come back to the villa? But Miss Fraser was living

this because

Timothy reverently closed the door and

at this moment, a cold voice sounded

was confused by the sudden change of

dear Mr. Hawkins, what was wrong

to come into the villa, after all, he said to Florence that he would move out before. Moreover, he didn’t want to see her at

thought

the way for them to get along with

mind, Ernest

into the house, he knitted his black brows

shoes on the shoe rack in the hallway and the women’s shoes that were originally placed

looked over and found that the bags that

and changed into a pair of slippers

not closed and the room

and turned on the light, only to find an

Where was Florence?

originally perched with skin care products, was empty

the cloakroom and the

the things of that woman

Florence still chose to

took away all of

being with him

a gush of anger burning in his chest and

his phone and unlocked the screen

try it later.” The official reminder of the

help but curse. He

Timothy’s nervous voice sounded from the other end of

boss Ernest was in a terribly poor mood tonight and Timothy thought that he

that he had made

beat around the bush and gave a

was not

was stunned again. He simply came back to have a sleep after getting off work, but it

to waste a single minute and

that if he failed to find out Florence’s whereabouts or exceeded

the call

the entrance, he walked over, opened

but he now asked in a cold voice, “Have you

of voice was icy

shivered and replied nervously,

felt a gush of tremendous grievance