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.

never been so annoyed by anything

this. He pressed his thin lips

to the villa? But Miss

because of Miss

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

mind. I will get off here.” Right at this

the sudden change

my dear Mr. Hawkins, what

to come into the villa, after all, he said to Florence that he would move out before. Moreover, he didn’t want to see

occupied by a thought and he didn’t want to leave

way for them to get along

mind, Ernest

moment he stepped into the house, he knitted his black brows

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

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

his brows and changed into a pair of slippers and then

was not closed and the

the bedroom and turned on the light,

Where was Florence?

with skin

and the

things of that woman had

Florence still chose to

away all

she resist being with him so

in his chest and it was

phone and unlocked the screen

it later.” The official reminder of the customer

couldn’t help but curse. He then made a

from the

the community. After all, his boss Ernest was in a terribly poor mood tonight and Timothy

looked like that he

around the bush and gave a concise order, “Find

not in the

back to have a sleep after getting off work,

single

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

ended the call and

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

but he now

tone of voice

and

a gush of