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.

so annoyed by anything

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

the villa? But Miss Fraser was

because of

had many question in mind, he didn’t dare to say them out. Timothy reverently closed the door and then got

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

the sudden change

Mr. Hawkins,

to come into the villa, after all, he said to Florence that he would move

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

be the way for them to

mind, Ernest opened the door and walked into

house, he knitted his black brows

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

found that the bags that

knitted his brows and changed into a pair of slippers and then headed towards

was not closed and

turned on the light, only to find an empty

Where was Florence?

perched with skin care products, was empty

the bathroom, only to find

that woman had been

still chose to move out

took away all

she resist being with him

anger burning in his chest and

and unlocked the screen and then called

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

help but curse. He then made a phone

from

community. After all, his boss Ernest was in

like that he had

beat around the bush and gave a concise order, “Find out Florence’s whereabouts

was not in the

sleep after

to waste a single minute and replied respectfully,

called his man. He had a hunch that if he failed to find out Florence’s whereabouts or exceeded

ended the call and walked

parked at the entrance, he walked over, opened the door and got on the

but he now asked in a cold voice, “Have

voice was

and replied nervously,

a gush of tremendous grievance in his