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?”

words coldly. His tall

In the car.

“What’s the matter, Stanford? Isn’t the appointment 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 I long for marrying into their

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’

unable to part her

her eyes. In such a status, she would meet the fiancé whom she was engaged to as soon as she was

dared to comment so. The brat of the Turner family has been looking forward to meeting you for a long time. It should

that case, why didn’t I come here later? It was said that a pure gentlewoman would be a few minutes to an

He hadn’t met her before and he was turning

would be such an innocent man now. Even in ancient times, this kind of fool

so many years just because with the marriage between the Fraser and the Turner families, he

thought of it, Florence realized that Benjamin was also a scheming man

kind of man, Florence couldn’t appreciate him. Instead, she

Ernest engaged to

we were engaged when I was born, this is our first time meeting each

very beginning, she would meet almost all the family members of the Turner family and have the introduction,

meet Benjamin alone and tell

she also wanted to discuss something

all. He nodded and

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

is waiting for you in

front of Florence

Florence looked at Stanford.

a tender smile. He said, “Go ahead. Relax. I’ll be

“Ehn. Okay.”

following the maid

in a luxurious and spacious room. It was an independent room with French windows, through which Florence could see an elaborately maintained garden

quite nice,

was sitting on the white chair with crossed legs.

looked quite handsome - he had dark blue eyes, a straight nose bridge, and perfect sidelines of his

had used to Ernest’s handsome face and been with Stanford who had a stunning