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

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

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

because

the door and then got on the

Right at this moment, a cold voice sounded from the

by the sudden change

my dear Mr. Hawkins, what was

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

thought and he didn’t

way for them

such a thought in his mind, Ernest opened the door and walked

into the house, he knitted his black

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

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

brows and changed into a pair of slippers and then headed

door was not closed and the room

turned on the light, only to find an empty

Where was Florence?

table, which was originally perched with

into the cloakroom and the

of that woman had been

still chose to move out of

away all

she resist being with him

in his chest and it was

his phone and unlocked the screen and then

power off, please try it later.” The

but curse. He then made a phone call to

sounded from the other end of

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

looked like that he had made a

bush and gave a

not in the

sleep after getting off work, but it seemed like a big event had

single minute and

if he failed to find

call and

still parked at the entrance,

order, but he now asked in a cold voice, “Have you found

tone of voice was icy

and

of tremendous