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

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

Mr. Hawkins come back to the villa? But Miss

because

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 the car and was

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

by the

dear Mr. Hawkins,

to Florence that he

thought and he didn’t want

be the way for them to get

mind, Ernest opened the

moment he stepped into the house,

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

the bags that were originally hung on

a pair of slippers and then headed

door was not closed and the room

turned on the light, only to find

Where was Florence?

dressing table, which was originally perched with skin care

cloakroom and the bathroom,

of that

still chose to move out of

she took away all of her

she resist being with

felt a gush of anger burning in his chest and

produced his phone and unlocked

off, please try it later.” The official reminder of the

curse. He then

sounded from the other

After all, his boss Ernest was in a terribly poor mood tonight and Timothy thought that he had to wait

like that he had made a wise

bush and gave a concise order, “Find

Fraser was not

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

didn’t dare to waste a single minute

man. He had a hunch that if he failed to

the call

car was still parked at the entrance,

he gave the order, but he now asked in

of voice was

and

gush of