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

the last time

red. Only she herself knew very well how unwilling she was to give up

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

to send a set of clothing over, but she chanced

there

and

her phone and said, “Hey, I was too drunk since last night and I was in a hotel now. My clothes were dirtied. Can

a new set of clothes and hurried over

towards Florence and placed his hand on her shoulder. He

then that he noticed a kiss imprint on

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

“Who was it?”

“What?”

minute to reach to his words, and immediately her face blushed. She hastily covered her neck with

want to get a

over the clothes and was about to flee, but she

going to kill that bastard who had laid his

terrified as she saw how riled

to me last night, and nothing really transpired between

Do you really expect me to believe you

is the one bullying you? I will definitely get back at him for

even redder, “But, last night, I…” She didn’t

was at a loss for

what he was thinking from the look on

for some time before seemingly squeezing out these words, “But he

the way.” Florence’s voice was diminishing, “He didn’t

actually know how things ended yesterday, but when she woke up this

such activity, Ernest

being really interested in her. He just didn’t have

her head dejectedly, with feelings of bitterness and frustration flooding her

exuding this sorrowful aura which caused his handsome face to morph into an expression of disbelief. Was his sister… feeling sad for not being able to go all the way

Cough, cough.

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

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