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?”

words coldly. His tall and strong figure disappeared from the room in

In the car.

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

place far away, so they found a hotel nearby and stayed there. In the early morning,

to part her upper and

would meet the fiancé whom she was

of the Turner family has

that a pure gentlewoman would be a few minutes

Benjamin kept waiting for her without getting married. He hadn’t met her before and he was turning thirty. Was it just because they were engaged when they were

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

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

Benjamin was also a scheming man with a lot of patience. He looked upon the

kind of man, Florence couldn’t

all, Ernest engaged to her also

may I meet Benjamin alone later? Although we were engaged when I was born, this

the Turner family and have

decided to meet Benjamin

also wanted to discuss something with

He nodded and said, “Sure.

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

Mr. Turner is waiting for you in the living

of Florence respectfully.

Florence looked at Stanford.

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

“Ehn. Okay.”

following

meeting was arranged in a luxurious and spacious room. It was an independent room with French windows, through which Florence could see an elaborately maintained garden

quite nice, pleasant to

sitting on the white chair with crossed legs.

quite handsome - he had dark blue eyes, a straight nose bridge, and perfect sidelines of his face. He was

who had a stunning face, but when