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?”

back to the Turners’,” Ernest uttered a few words coldly. His tall and

In the car.

sleepy. She complained, “What’s the matter, Stanford? Isn’t the appointment at half past nine? Why did you ask me to

a hotel nearby and stayed there. In the early morning, he forced

sleeping, unable to part her

would meet the fiancé whom she was engaged to as soon as she was born. Was it

her on the head in disagreement. He said proudly, “You are my younger 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

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

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

Even in ancient times, this kind of fool who kept such

with the marriage between the Fraser and the Turner families, he could root himself in the Turner family, which

a scheming man with a lot of patience. He looked upon

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

to her also for the

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

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

Benjamin alone and

to discuss something

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

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

waiting for you in

Florence

Florence looked at Stanford.

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

“Ehn. Okay.”

following the

room with French windows, through which Florence could see an elaborately

environment was quite nice, pleasant

chair with crossed legs. He looked graceful and elegant as if

a straight nose bridge, and perfect sidelines of his face. He was a stunning mixed-raced

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