My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Chapter 354: It’s Me Who Is Pestering Him

Was it a sense of reliance? Whatever Florence had done last night did indeed shake Ernest up from within. He even started to doubt what he was doing.

However, after she became sober, her attitude finally extinguished all rays of hope still lingering in his heart feebly.

“She was drunk. Can’t take her seriously while she’s like that.”

Ernest’s baritone sounded. It sounded like he was either replying to Timothy or just telling himself that.

Everything that had happened last night was like a ridiculous dream.

Timothy frowned, “But…”

“She already has a boyfriend.”

Ernest cut him off curtly, and his eyes took on a menacing glow. However, underneath that facade, all that he was feeling was a melancholic sensation.

He wouldn’t force her to go according to his will. If he were to let go of her, then she would really be free.

Timothy watched Ernest’s distant yet lonely back, and he could only let out a sigh.

Florence only came back to her senses a little after Ernest was gone.

In the room, Ernest’s scent was still lingering in between the sheets. However, the source of that sensation was all but gone, like the wind.

Everything that was left behind in this room would only aggravate Florence’s pain and suffering.

She took in a deep breath, and it felt like she needed a lot to push back that overwhelming emotion churning inside her. She then headed to the bathroom to wash up.

The moment she entered the bathroom, she saw that suit which was now in the trash can.

There was a visible stain on that suit.

It was her work from last night.

Florence felt her temples jolt, and she only started to feel fear now at the fact that she had vomited all over Ernest. It was a miracle that she was still alive after that ordeal.

And when memories about her feigning ignorance in the bathroom last night came rushing back, Florence felt herself engulfed in more and more intense embarrassment.

anything to her in the end. Not even a single punishment. He even cared for her the whole night.

probably the last time something

eyes sting and became red. Only she herself knew very well

end, no matter how good Ernest’s intentions were, a lie was still a lie. Nothing could change the fact that she was used. He was never that caring and

to send a set of clothing over, but she chanced upon a brand

was left there by Ernest

as meticulous and attention to detail as

up her phone and said, “Hey, I was too

of clothes and hurried over in just a while.

and placed his hand on her shoulder. He was

was then that he noticed

that it was terrifying, and his sharp gaze was dripped in

“Who was it?”

“What?”

to his words, and immediately her face blushed. She hastily

I want to

about to

night?” He was going to kill that bastard who had

terrified as she saw how

what you are thinking. He didn’t do anything to

you have kiss marks all over you. Do you really expect me to believe you that nothing had

as he continued, “Flory, tell me, who is the one bullying you? I will definitely get back at him for you.” He was going to destroy that

last night, I…” She didn’t know how to continue, “It

loss

was hard to decipher what he was thinking from

gawked at Florence for some time before seemingly squeezing out these words, “But he still can’t do that kind of thing

diminishing, “He didn’t actually

yesterday, but when she woke up this morning, she didn’t

activity,

also interpreted it as him not being really interested in her. He just didn’t have

dejectedly, with feelings of

expression of disbelief. Was

Cough, cough.

when we return to Europe, there will be so many good-looking man. You can get any type

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