My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

She didn’t like the way Ernest was distancing from her. It felt like a huge rock was weighing down in her heart, which stiffened the beating of her heart.

However, Florence was clueless as to how to resolve this situation.

Ernest was not entertaining any of her goodwill while maintaining his aloof and cold attitude.

Florence was at a loss, and a frustration was forming in her heart, making her nervous.

In those two days, after breakfast, Florence confirmed that there was nothing that needed her attention in the ward before she left.

However, after finishing her breakfast today, Florence was in a dilemma when she caught a glimpse of Ernest’s chilly face.

She was contemplating to stay behind today to check out what was going on with Ernest. She wouldn’t be able to feel at ease even if she were to leave like this.

At that moment, her phone rang.

Florence checked the display and found that it was from Phoebe. She immediately picked up her call and began the conversation in the small kitchen.

Ernest watched Florence leaving him, which caused his face to tense up even more.

He pressed his lips into a line, which formed a sarcastic curve at the corner of his mouth.

She was even acting so stealthily even though she was just answering calls.

Florence covered her phone and whispered in the kitchen, “Phoebe, what’s up?”

“Florence, why aren’t you here yet? I have been waiting for you in front of the villa for a long time.”

Florence hurriedly checked the time and found that she was way past their promised time.

She suddenly felt a headache, “Have you bought everything?”

“Yes, everything is ready. I am just waiting for you here to decorate the place. Nevertheless, it is not easy to sort these out, and we probably need time to decorate everything.”

Since it was going to take some time, and Ernest was going to come out of the hospital in a few days, Florence figured that she didn’t have much time left.

However, she insisted to work on this on her own. She didn’t want someone else to do it for her.

After a slight pause, she replied, “Phoebe, wait for me for a little longer. I will be there soon.”

After hanging up the phone, Florence emerged from the kitchen.

hesitate. She began carefully, “I’m going out for a while. I

“Up to you.”

her. He was staring at his book with a solemn expression, as if

gaze fixed at Ernest for a while. He was just reading his

attention here even if she were to stay

just had to be gone for a few hours. That wouldn’t be too bad,

this thought around in her head, and she finally persuaded herself, “Then I’ll take my leave now. If there’s anything, call me. I will

but he didn’t pay heed

and with a powerlessness welling up inside her, she hoisted her

ahead to remind them, “Take care of Mr. Hawkins well. If you have any doubts or if you run into

Fraser, we

replied politely.

couldn’t let her worries die just yet as she emphasized on Ernest’s habits one more time.

same thing for many times and they had long committed them to memory. They just had to be patient and

Florence, and he knew that she was giving out reminders to the maids in such meticulousness which

felt like she was really concerned

But…

with others instead of taking care of him herself?

She was a fraud!

book in his hands with just his fingers,

Ernest’s fury almost immediately,

could imagine what would happen afterwards after Florence was gone. His boss’ temper would explode most likely, and the people who were serving his livelihood were going to get the full brunt of the wrath. They would

may I know

the moment she was asked about her disappearance.

“It’s nothing. Just

that you must leave here? Sir is going to be discharged from the hospital in two days, perhaps you

I can’t do that after he is

wished for sticking together with Ernest all the time, she preferred to give him a better surprise

lifetime of

thought of that, Florence couldn’t help feeling a little excited and rushed.

can’t banter with you here. I’m going now, please take good

her hand and with her bag hoisted, she hurried

to say something, but he dismissed the idea bitterly. He couldn’t just come out and sell out his boss, could he? He couldn’t just blatantly say that the boss’ foul mood was because

was very sullen. They were the only

at the few maids and said, “You guys

drained off of colours. Why did

a car and went all the way to Senna International Villa Community, which was Ernest’s dwelling place.