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 or any

thought of this. He pressed his thin lips together and

didn’t Mr. Hawkins come back to the

because

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

Right at this moment, a cold voice sounded from the

was confused by the

Hawkins, what was wrong with

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

his mind was occupied by a thought and he

shouldn’t be the way for them to get

Ernest opened the door and walked into the

house, he knitted

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

over and found that the bags that were originally hung on the

into a

was not closed

and turned on the

Where was Florence?

table, which was originally perched with skin

walked into the cloakroom and the bathroom, only to find

of that woman had been

to move

took away all of

resist being

anger burning in his

unlocked the screen and

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

help but curse. He

Timothy’s nervous voice sounded from the other

community. After all, his boss Ernest was in a terribly

looked like that he had made a wise

beat around the bush and gave a concise order, “Find out

not in

have a sleep after getting

waste 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 time limit, Ernest would

ended the call and walked

that the car was still parked at the entrance, he walked over, opened the door and got on

the order, but he now asked in a cold

voice was icy

shivered and replied nervously,

a gush of tremendous grievance in