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

this. He pressed his

Mr. Hawkins come back to the villa? But Miss

this because of Miss

Timothy reverently closed the door and then got on the car again. He started the car and

will get off here.” Right at this moment, a cold voice sounded

confused by the sudden

dear Mr. Hawkins, what was wrong with

the villa, after all, he said to Florence that he would

thought and he didn’t want to

the way for them to get along with each

mind, Ernest opened the door and

stepped into the house, he

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

found that the bags that were originally hung

brows and changed into a pair of slippers and then

closed and

the bedroom and turned on the light,

Where was Florence?

which was originally perched with skin care products,

then walked into the cloakroom and the bathroom, only to

that

realized that Florence still chose to move out of

she took away all of her

being with

gush of anger burning in

and unlocked the screen and then

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

help but curse. He then made a

from the other end

a matter of fact, Timothy hadn’t left the community. After all, his boss Ernest was in a terribly poor mood tonight and Timothy thought that he had to wait for his order

that he had made

didn’t beat around the bush and gave a concise

not in the

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

a single minute and replied respectfully,

hanging up the call, he immediately called his man. He had a hunch that if he failed to find out Florence’s whereabouts or exceeded the

the call and

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

only a minute after he gave the order, but he now asked in

of voice was icy

and

felt a gush of