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?”

few words coldly. His tall

In the car.

me to come over at eight-thirty instead? If I came

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

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

that probably she had dark circles under her eyes. In such a status, she would meet the fiancé whom she was engaged to as soon as

to comment so. The brat of

pure gentlewoman would be a

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

be such an innocent man now. Even in ancient times,

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

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

of man, Florence couldn’t

Ernest engaged to her

low voice, “Sanford, may I meet Benjamin alone later? Although we were engaged when I

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

Benjamin alone and tell

she also wanted to

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

to Florence and arriving at the Turners’, they didn’t meet any elders or masters of the family except the servants and maids

waiting for you in

stood in front of Florence

Florence looked at Stanford.

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

“Ehn. Okay.”

following the

luxurious and spacious room. It was an independent room with French windows, through which Florence

was quite nice, pleasant to the

white chair with crossed legs. He looked graceful and elegant

looked quite handsome - he had dark blue eyes, a straight nose bridge,

had a stunning