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.

never been so annoyed by anything

gloomier when he thought of this. He pressed his thin lips

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

this because of

the door and then got on the car again. He started the

at this moment, a cold voice sounded from

by the sudden change of Ernest’s

dear Mr. Hawkins, what

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

was occupied by a thought and he didn’t want to leave like

shouldn’t be the way for them to get along

his mind, Ernest opened the door and walked into the

house, he

only several pairs of men’s leather shoes on the shoe rack in the hallway and the women’s shoes that were originally placed on the shoe rack

the bags that were originally hung on the wall hanging

changed into a pair of slippers

not closed and the

and turned on the light, only to

Where was Florence?

dressing table, which was originally perched with skin care products,

then walked into the cloakroom and the bathroom,

that

to move out of his

she took away all of her

being

anger burning in his

phone and unlocked the screen and

it later.” The official reminder of the customer service sounded from the

help but curse. He then made a phone call to

from the other end

left the community. After all, his boss Ernest was in a terribly poor mood tonight and Timothy thought that

that he

bush and gave a concise order, “Find

not

a sleep after getting off work, but it seemed like a

didn’t dare to waste a single

He had a hunch that if he failed to find out Florence’s whereabouts or exceeded the time limit, Ernest

ended the call and

that the car was still parked at the entrance, he walked over,

a minute after he gave the order, but he

tone of voice

and replied nervously,

a gush of tremendous grievance in his