My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

However, much to his surprise, he had to wait for a whole night.

It was already bright outside the window. The bright sunshine fell on Ernest’s handsome cold face, which was like frozen in frost.

The temperature in the room didn’t rise because of the daytime, but instead, it turned lower and lower and the room was becoming colder and colder.

Ernest was like a block of mobile ice, emanating the icy coldness.

Florence hadn’t returned to her room for a whole night.

Ernest couldn’t help wondering where she had stayed last night. Did she hang out for a whole night?

Damned woman...

“Ring. Ring. Ring…”

Right then, his cell phone rang.

With a cold face, Ernest swiped to answer impatiently. He pressed his thin lips without speaking, listening to the report from the other end of the line.

A man’s respectful voice said, “Sir, according to the news, Ms. Fraser has changed her schedule. She would be arriving at the Turners’ at eight-thirty.”

Ernest frowned. Raising his wrist, he found it was already eight o’clock.

From the hotel to the Turners’, it would take him at least half an hour.

That meant Florence would never come back to this hotel.

Ernest’s face changed from cold to darken as if the ink would drip from it.

He hadn’t been waiting for her here but she didn’t show up. Instead, she went to the Turner family directly. If she met Benjamin and engaged to him, it would be too bad.

Ernest suddenly stood up. Taking over the jacket aside, he strode out of the room.

Timothy looked confused. “Mr. Hawkins, where are you going? Aren’t we waiting for Ms. Fraser?”

coldly. His tall and strong

In the car.

at half past nine? Why did you ask me to come over at eight-thirty instead? If I came here so early, they would think

the carnival a lot. He took her to a place far away, so they found a hotel nearby and stayed there. In the early morning, he forced her to get up and come to the Turners’ earlier

unable to part her upper and lower

dark circles under her eyes. In such a status, she would meet the fiancé whom she was engaged to as soon as she was born. Was it indeed

sister. Nobody dared to comment so. The brat of the Turner family has been looking forward to meeting you for a long time. It should

pure gentlewoman would be a few minutes to an hour

married. He hadn’t met her before and he was turning thirty. Was it

believe there would be such an innocent man now. Even in ancient times, this

the Fraser and the Turner families, he could root himself in the Turner

also a scheming man with a lot of patience. He looked upon the interests more

kind of man, Florence couldn’t appreciate him.

all, Ernest engaged to her

we were engaged when I was born, this is our first time meeting each other. I’m not used

meet almost all the family members of the Turner family and have the introduction,

to meet Benjamin alone and tell him

also wanted to discuss something with

nodded and said,

at the Turners’, they didn’t meet any elders or masters of the family except the servants and maids who welcomed

Mr. Turner is waiting for you in the living room. Please

of Florence respectfully. She bowed slightly, showing

Florence looked at Stanford.

He said,

“Ehn. Okay.”

nodded, following

It was an independent room with French windows, through which Florence

quite nice, pleasant to

was the man sitting in the room. He was sitting on the white chair with crossed legs. He looked graceful and elegant as if he were a royal

nose bridge, and perfect sidelines of his

used to Ernest’s handsome face and been with Stanford who had a stunning face, but when she saw the man,