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.

noticed the moody expression on the man’s face, which made her hesitate. She began carefully, “I’m going

“Up to you.”

curtly without even looking at her. He was staring at his book with a solemn expression, as if he had nothing to do

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

her attention here even if she

just had to be gone for a few hours.

thought around in her head, and she finally persuaded herself, “Then

but he

and with a powerlessness welling

them, “Take care of Mr. Hawkins well. If

we

maids replied politely.

her worries die just yet as she emphasized on Ernest’s

maids had listened to the same thing for many times and they had long committed them to memory. They

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

like she was really concerned

But…

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

She was a fraud!

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

immediately, and his temples started to

likely, and the people who were serving his livelihood were going to get the full brunt of the wrath. They would be

“Ms. Fraser, may

the moment she was

answered perfunctorily, “It’s nothing. Just some

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

“It’s precisely I can’t do that after he is discharged.”

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

a lifetime of sticking together, never

that, Florence couldn’t help feeling a little excited

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

her hand and with her bag

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

very sullen. They were the only

the few maids and said, “You guys can

had face drained off of colours. Why did they

a car and went all the way to Senna International Villa Community, which was