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.

her in the end. Not even a single

most probably the last time something like that was going to

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

the fact that she was

set of clothing over, but

there by Ernest for

was as meticulous and

her eyes couldn’t move away from the clothes. Finally, she picked up her phone and said, “Hey, I was too drunk since last night and I was in a hotel now. My clothes were dirtied. Can you send

a new set of clothes and hurried over in just a while.

and placed his hand on her shoulder. He was studying

then that he noticed a kiss imprint on Florence’s

instantly, his expression changed. His face was so dark that it was terrifying, and his sharp gaze was dripped in murderous

“Who was it?”

“What?”

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

want to get a

clothes and was about to flee,

me. Who was it last night?” He was going to kill that bastard who had laid his hands on his

she saw

explained, “Stanford, it’s not like what you are thinking. He didn’t do anything to

over you. Do you really expect me to believe you that

bullying you?

night, I…” She didn’t know how to continue, “It was me who

was at a loss for words

to decipher what he was thinking from the look on

these words, “But he still can’t do that kind of thing to

diminishing, “He didn’t actually

know how things ended yesterday, but when she woke up this morning, she didn’t feel like she was violated in any

were engaged in such activity, Ernest was still

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

head dejectedly, with feelings of bitterness and frustration

morph into an expression of disbelief. Was his sister… feeling sad for not being able to go all

Cough, cough.

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

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