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?”

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

In the car.

nine? Why did you ask me to come over at eight-thirty

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

to part her upper and lower eyelids

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

to comment so. The brat of the Turner family has been looking forward to meeting you for a long time. It should be

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

wondered why 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

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

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 the interests more than anything

man, Florence couldn’t appreciate him.

to

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

Turner family and have the introduction, how would she

meet Benjamin alone and tell

she also wanted to discuss

disagree at all. He nodded and said, “Sure.

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

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

Florence respectfully. She bowed

Florence looked at Stanford.

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

“Ehn. Okay.”

nodded, following the maid

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

environment was quite nice, pleasant to

with crossed legs. He looked graceful and elegant as if he were a royal prince from the oil painting

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

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