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.

been so annoyed by

pressed his

Why didn’t Mr. Hawkins come back to the

this because of Miss

many question in mind, he didn’t dare to say them out. Timothy reverently closed the door and then got on the car again. He started

mind. I will get off here.” Right at this

by the sudden change

my dear Mr. Hawkins, what was wrong

Florence that he would move out before. Moreover, he didn’t want to see her

occupied by a thought and

for them to get along with

mind, Ernest opened the

moment he stepped into the house, he knitted his

rack in the hallway and the women’s shoes

that were originally hung

brows and changed into a

door was not closed and the room

and turned on the light, only to find an

Where was Florence?

dressing table, which was originally perched with skin

the

that woman

to move

she took away

she resist being

in his

his phone and unlocked the

number you dialed is power off, please try it later.” The official reminder of

shit!” Ernest couldn’t help but curse. He then

voice sounded from the

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

he had made

and gave a concise order, “Find out Florence’s whereabouts in five

Fraser was not in

a sleep after getting off

didn’t dare to waste a single

if he failed to find out Florence’s whereabouts or exceeded the time limit, Ernest would give him

ended the call

car was still parked at the entrance, he walked over, opened the door

he now asked in a cold voice, “Have you

voice was icy

shivered and

a gush of tremendous grievance in his