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.

ignorance, Ernest still didn’t do anything to her in the end. Not even a single punishment. He even cared for her the whole night. In fact, he treated her…

that it was most probably the last time something like that was going

herself knew very well how

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 loving

to Stanford to send a set of clothing over, but she

was left there by

meticulous and attention to

clothes. Finally, she picked up her phone and said, “Hey, I was too drunk since last night and I was in a hotel

clothes and hurried over in just

and placed his hand on her shoulder.

he noticed a kiss imprint on

dark that it was terrifying, and his sharp gaze

“Who was it?”

“What?”

to reach to his words, and immediately her

to

and was about to flee, but she was pulled back by

to kill that bastard who had laid

terrified as she saw

anything to me last night, and nothing

Do you really expect me to believe you that

“Flory, tell me, who is the one bullying you? I will definitely get back at him for you.”

cheeks looked even redder, “But, last night, I…” She didn’t know how

loss for words

what he was thinking from the look on his face.

squeezing out these words, “But he still can’t do that

diminishing, “He

up this morning, she didn’t feel like she

in such activity, Ernest was still very

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

feelings of bitterness and

Florence exuding this sorrowful aura which caused his handsome face to morph into an expression of disbelief. Was his sister… feeling

Cough, cough.

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

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