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.

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… with the utmost care.

was most probably the last time something like that was

Only she herself knew

still a lie. Nothing could change the fact that she was used. He was never that caring and loving about her in the

up, Florence planned to make a call to Stanford to send a set of clothing over, but she chanced upon a brand new set of clothes in

was left there by Ernest

was as meticulous and attention

her phone and said, “Hey, I was too drunk since last night and I was in

set of clothes and

marched towards Florence and placed his hand on her shoulder. He was studying

that he noticed

that it was terrifying, and his

“Who was it?”

“What?”

and immediately her face blushed. She hastily covered her neck with

I want to get a change.”

over the clothes and was about to flee, but

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

little terrified as she saw

didn’t do anything to me last night, and nothing

all over you. Do you really expect me to believe

worked up 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

didn’t know how to continue, “It

was at a loss for words at this

was

Florence for some time before seemingly squeezing out these words, “But he still can’t do

was diminishing, “He didn’t actually lay

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

though they were engaged in such activity, Ernest was still very gentlemanly towards

interpreted it as him not being really interested in her. He just

drooped her head dejectedly, with feelings of bitterness and frustration

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

Cough, cough.

there will be so many good-looking man. You can

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