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.

the man’s face, which made her hesitate. She began carefully, “I’m

“Up to you.”

at his book with a solemn expression, as if he had nothing to do

stood there with a wry expression no her face, her gaze fixed at Ernest for a while. He was just reading his book, nothing more.

attention here even if she

be gone for a few hours. That wouldn’t be

turned this thought around in her head, and she finally persuaded herself, “Then I’ll

pressed his lips but he

grew tired of his coldness and with a powerlessness welling up inside

she saw the maids standing by outside and she went ahead to remind them, “Take care of Mr. Hawkins well. If you have any doubts or if you run into any trouble,

Fraser, we got

replied

yet as she emphasized on Ernest’s habits one more time.

many times and they had long committed them to memory. They just had to

knew that she was giving out reminders to the

she was really concerned

But…

of taking care of him herself? What about her

She was a fraud!

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

fury almost immediately, and his temples started to throb.

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

“Ms. Fraser, may I know

blushing the moment she

answered perfunctorily, “It’s nothing. Just some

to be discharged from the hospital in

“It’s precisely I can’t

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

a lifetime of

couldn’t help feeling a little excited and

here. I’m going now, please take good care of Ernest

waved her hand and with her bag hoisted,

bitterly. He couldn’t just come out and sell out his boss, could he? He couldn’t just

only ones who could face Ernest’s

and said, “You guys can

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

the way to Senna International Villa