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.

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

“Up to you.”

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

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

even if

she just had to be gone for a

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

lips but he didn’t pay heed

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

the maids standing by outside and she went ahead to remind them, “Take care of Mr. Hawkins well. If you have

we got

maids replied

let her worries die just yet as she emphasized

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

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

was really concerned

But…

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

She was a fraud!

almost destroyed the book in his hands with just his fingers, and there was

sense Ernest’s fury almost immediately, and his temples

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

much deliberation, “Ms. Fraser, may I

couldn’t help blushing the moment she was

perfunctorily, “It’s nothing. Just some

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

can’t do that after

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

would have a lifetime of sticking together, never getting apart

Florence couldn’t help feeling a

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

waved her hand and with her bag

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 of

was very sullen. They were the only

at the few maids and said, “You guys

colours. Why did they have

a car and went all the way to Senna International Villa