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.

on the man’s face, which made her hesitate. She began carefully, “I’m going out for a while. I will come back in the afternoon,

“Up to you.”

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

there with a wry expression no her face, her gaze fixed at Ernest

was nothing that commanded her attention here even if she were to stay here

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

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

he didn’t pay heed

powerlessness welling up

“Take care of Mr. Hawkins well. If you

we got you.”

replied politely.

yet as she emphasized on Ernest’s habits

times and they had long committed them to memory. They just had to be patient and go through this episode

she was giving out reminders to the maids in such meticulousness which showed that she was even more familiar with his own lifestyle than

was really concerned about

But…

others instead of taking care of him herself? What about her promise to be the one capable of only taking care of him few days

She was a fraud!

book in his hands with just his fingers, and there was a flame of anger

sense Ernest’s fury almost immediately, and

boss’ temper would explode most likely, and the people who were serving his livelihood were going to get

deliberation, “Ms. Fraser, may I know

moment she was

nothing. Just some personal

Sir is going to be discharged from the hospital in two

head, “It’s precisely I can’t do that

pretty much wished for sticking together with Ernest all the

the surprise succeeded, they would have a lifetime of sticking together, never getting

couldn’t help

with you here. I’m going now, please take good care

waved her hand and with her bag hoisted, she hurried off.

watched her back as he was about 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

very sullen. They were the only

at the few maids and said, “You guys

maids had face drained off of colours. Why did they have to be the one

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