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

“Up to you.”

at his book with a solemn expression, as if he had

face, her gaze fixed at Ernest for a

that commanded her attention here even if she were to

be gone for a few hours. That wouldn’t be too bad, right?

and she finally persuaded herself, “Then I’ll take my leave now. If there’s anything,

but he didn’t

of his coldness and with a powerlessness welling up inside her, she hoisted her bag and set out.

care of Mr. Hawkins well. If you

we got

replied politely.

worries die just yet as she emphasized on Ernest’s

the same thing for many times and they had long committed them to

ward could catch faint sounds of Florence, and he knew that she was giving out reminders to the maids in such meticulousness which showed that she was even more familiar with his own

she was really

But…

she was that concerned, why would she leave him with others instead of taking care of him herself?

She was a fraud!

hands with just his fingers,

fury almost immediately, and his temples started to

and the people who were serving his

after much deliberation, “Ms. Fraser, may I

help blushing the moment she was asked about her

answered perfunctorily, “It’s nothing.

to be discharged from the hospital in two days, perhaps you can get to your matter

head, “It’s precisely I can’t do

the time, she preferred to give him a better surprise

surprise succeeded, they would have a lifetime of sticking

the thought of that, Florence couldn’t help feeling a little

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

hand and with her bag hoisted, she hurried off.

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 just

was very sullen. They were the only ones who

at the few maids and said,

colours. Why did they have to be the one who go in?

the way to Senna International Villa Community, which was Ernest’s dwelling