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

of this. He pressed his thin lips together and then

stunned. Why didn’t Mr. Hawkins come back to the villa? But Miss Fraser was

because

mind, he didn’t dare to say them out. Timothy reverently closed the door

Right at this

was confused by the

Hawkins, what was

didn’t intend to come into the villa, after all, he said to Florence that he would

by a thought and he didn’t want

way for them to get along

in his mind, Ernest

house,

the shoe rack in the hallway and the women’s shoes that were originally placed

found that the bags that were originally hung on the wall hanging also

changed into a pair of slippers and then headed towards

door was not closed and

into the bedroom and turned on the light, only to find

Where was Florence?

originally perched with skin care

the cloakroom and the bathroom,

the things of that woman had been taken

finally realized that Florence still chose to move out

she took away all of

resist being with him

burning in his chest and it was

unlocked the

off, please try it later.” The

curse. He then made a phone call

Timothy’s nervous voice sounded from the other end of

was in a terribly poor mood tonight and Timothy thought that he

like that he had made

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

was not in the

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

single

if he failed to find out Florence’s whereabouts or exceeded

ended the call and walked

the entrance, he walked over, opened the door and got

a minute after he gave the order, but he now asked in a cold voice, “Have you

voice was icy

and

of tremendous grievance