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.

ask me to come over at eight-thirty

lot. He took her to a place far away, so they found a hotel nearby and stayed there. In the early morning, he forced

part

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

my younger sister. Nobody dared to comment so. The brat of the Turner family has

didn’t I come here later? It was said that a pure gentlewoman would be a

He hadn’t met her before

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

and the Turner families, he could root himself in the Turner family, which would be

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

kind of man, Florence couldn’t appreciate him.

Ernest engaged 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 it if I met a large

Turner family and have

she decided to meet Benjamin

she also wanted to discuss

disagree at all. He nodded and said,

meet any elders or masters of the family except the servants and maids who welcomed them

is waiting for you

in front of Florence respectfully. She bowed slightly, showing the

Florence looked at Stanford.

latter rubbed her hair with a tender smile. He said, “Go

“Ehn. Okay.”

nodded, following the

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

nice, pleasant to the

more 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 from the oil painting of the last

dark blue eyes, a straight nose bridge, and perfect sidelines

who had a