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 figure disappeared from the room in an

In the car.

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

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

felt quite sleeping, unable to part her upper and lower eyelids at

she would meet the fiancé whom

patted her on the head in disagreement. He said proudly, “You are my younger sister. Nobody dared to comment so. The brat of the

It was said that a pure gentlewoman would be a few minutes to an hour late for the

her before and he was turning thirty. Was it just because they were

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

years just because with the marriage between the Fraser and the Turner families, he could root himself in the Turner family, which would be quite

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

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

all, Ernest engaged to her also for the

a low voice, “Sanford, may I meet Benjamin alone later? Although we were engaged when I was born, this is our first time meeting each other. I’m not used to

family members of the Turner family and have the introduction, how would she be able to

meet Benjamin

to

at all. He nodded and said,

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

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

maid stood in front of Florence respectfully. She bowed slightly,

Florence looked at Stanford.

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

“Ehn. Okay.”

nodded, following the

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

was quite nice, pleasant

attractive 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 prince

straight nose bridge, and perfect sidelines of his face.

who had a stunning face, but when she saw the man, she was