My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Ernest drove pretty fast and arrived at the airport shortly.

It was a quarter to two.

The passengers were boarding the flight set off at two o’clock.

Harold followed Ernest and asked anxiously, “Ernest, they should have been boarding. We can’t get in the security check. What should we do?”

Ernest’s eyes were cold and sharp.

He said in a domineering matter, stressing each syllable, “None of the flights here could take off.”

Since he wanted her to stay, she wouldn’t be able to leave.

Ernest strode over to the special passage where Timothy was waiting for him long ago.

Seeing Ernest, he looked quite delightful. Immediately, he reported, “Mr. Hawkins, everything is arranged. We’ve blocked the airport. Before you could find Ms. Fraser, no flight is allowed to take off.”

“Ehn,” Ernest answered in a deep voice, fastening his speed when walking forward.

Harold’s mouth corners kept twitching. Blocking the whole airport? All the flights were delayed to take off?

It seemed that Ernest had put a lot of effort. No wondered he wasn’t afraid of anything.

In this case, even if Florence had wings, she couldn’t fly out of City N at all.

Ernest passed the special passage and got on the car that was arranged for him ahead, heaving to the flight, of which Florence bought the ticket.

Since it was almost time to take off, all the passengers were delivered but the shuttle buses to the entrance of the plane. There was a long line in front of the entrance.

However, the crew members blocked the gate, now allowing anyone to board.

The chief attendant announced to the passengers with a big speaker while standing on the steps, “Passengers, I’m sorry. Due to the emergency, we have to delay the boarding time. Please wait here patiently. Don’t walk around.”

Upon hearing the announcement, some passengers were quite unhappy.

One of them said, “We’ve been waiting here, but now you announced it’s delayed. Why can’t we wait on the plane? We have to stand in a line here. How long will we wait?”

“Indeed, what is your problem? It’s getting cold. We feel so cold when standing here,” someone echoed.

The passengers were discussing unhappily.

members had to comfort them. However, they didn’t allow any passengers to

waited for almost twenty

getting more

“Creak--”

suddenly, only to find a high-end luxurious

private cars were allowed to the airport. They wondered why this car would appear in front of the

arriving so

the passengers’ attention was drowned by it. They all stared

door of the

first, and then the slender and straight legs, a neatly

they immersed in his charm and couldn’t utter a

help but

“So handsome! So overbearing!”

is he? I want to be his

powerful since he could drive the luxurious car to the airport. We are just

women discussed in low voices. Even they were just looking at

he’s looking towards

looking at

seems to look at

excitement, stronger and more fiercely than just

because they saw Ernest strode

scanned on

He didn’t miss anyone.

Ernest looked, the colder his eyes

three times in a row,

Where was she?

here?” he

flight that Florence was taking, so he took Ernest to

his forehead, he called over

“Where is Florence Fraser?”

attendant knew they were here looking for someone, so he was well-prepared. Immediately, he pulled out

list and answered gingerly, “Mr. Hawkins, Florence Fraser isn’t on

“What? Impossible!”

checked before noticing

he even didn’t stop the shuttle bus from coming over. Instead, he let the shuttles take all the passengers

be any mistake before it was announced that nobody was allowed

the chief attendant answered,

bad hunch