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?”

His tall and strong figure disappeared from

In the car.

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

they found a hotel nearby and stayed there. In the early morning, he forced her to get up and come

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

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

dared to comment so. The brat of the Turner family has been looking forward to meeting you

a pure gentlewoman would be a few minutes to an hour late

kept waiting for her without getting married. He hadn’t met her before and he was

believe there would be such an innocent man now. Even in ancient times, this kind of fool who kept such promises was

waiting for her for so many years just because with the marriage between the Fraser and the Turner families, he could root himself in

Florence realized that Benjamin was also a scheming man with a lot of patience. He looked upon

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

to her also for

of the window, she asked in 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

very beginning, she would meet almost all the family members of the Turner family and have the introduction, how would she be able to call off the

meet Benjamin alone and tell him

also wanted to

at all. He nodded and said, “Sure. I’ll

the Turners’, they didn’t meet any elders or

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

front of Florence

Florence looked at Stanford.

He said, “Go ahead. Relax. I’ll

“Ehn. Okay.”

following the maid

luxurious and spacious room. It was an independent room with French

quite nice, pleasant to

crossed legs. He looked graceful and elegant as if

eyes, a straight nose bridge, and perfect sidelines of his face. He was a stunning

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