My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

In the study of the Turner family.

The decoration of black and white lines was based on the cold color theme, making the study luxurious and serious. The whole space appeared to be extremely rigorous. As soon as anyone entered the study, they could feel the stress in the atmosphere subconsciously.

Right then, on the black leather sofa was sitting an old man with gray hair and a face full of wrinkles. He was aged obviously at least in his seventies.

However, the years of precipitation did not smooth his edges and corners, but instead, his eyes were as sharp as a torch. He emanated an aggressive aura. He was a superior who was used to giving commands.

With his sharp eyes, he gazed at Ernest who was standing in front of him.

He asked in an old but serious voice, “Did you go to meet Florence Fraser just now?”

He didn’t beat around the bush but went straight to the point.

Ernest frowned slightly. His guess earlier had been confirmed. Sure enough, Theodore had known Florence used to be his fiancée in City N and found out what had happened between them.

In that case, Ernest didn’t want to hide anything. He wanted to talk to his grandfather frankly.

Ernest stood upright. Facing the aggressive old man, he wasn’t too humble or too arrogant. He didn’t show any weakness at all.

He answered in a deep voice, “Yes.”

“Florence is my fiancée. I won’t let her marry Benjamin,” he said while stressing each syllable to show how determined he was. Nobody could change his mind.

Theodore frowned deeply. Immediately, he became more aggressive.

He had worried that such a thing would happen, so he asked Ernest to come to him in a hurry. Unexpectedly, his grandson had a strong personality. Before he could scold Ernest, Ernest had already told him about his decision.

Didn’t Ernest know that his relationship with Florence would cause a huge sensation and impact in the Turner family?

Florence was appointed as Benjamin’s future wife as soon as she was born, which was acknowledged by the whole Turner family. All through the past years, Benjamin didn’t get married, waiting for Florence.

Benjamin’s wife. That was the fact that the Turner family was willing to

past with her has become the bygones. Now you are in the Turner family. You can’t marry her at all. Just give up your

make. However, when seeing that his grandfather was

“What if I don’t?”

“Ernest Hawkins!”

the walking stick on the ground fiercely. The sound was deep and powerful,

descendant and the first in line successor, you should know how

come back, but you don’t have any root here. There weren’t many supporters in the family, if you want to snatch your nephew’s future wife, you wouldn’t be quite hard

in a determined tone, “I want

Do you know how difficult your

heir of the Turner family. If you couldn’t handle it or don’t have any supporters, you would still be the successor. The way to change the heir would be death only. If you can’t stand

you still insist on marrying

a serious ending, he didn’t frown at all. Only the determination that couldn’t be changed was

You are as stubborn as your mother! How thickheaded!” Theodore scolded in anger, poking his

for Florence. His purpose was so clear that he wouldn’t

in an indifferent tone, “If there’s nothing else, I’ve got to go.” He was going

finishing his words, Ernest turned away

the master of the Turner family for so many years and he was always the superior one who gave commands. For so many decades, nobody else could be so

past, Jennifer refused to obey him, and now so did

up and

from now on, I won’t look after you in the Turner family. Without my support, you wouldn’t

it twice. Can you bear the

of the family members were against him. Just because he was the first in line successor and Theodore had suppressed those people harshly, so that

Theodore stopped his suppression, the dark forces would approach Ernest without any

the Turner family couldn’t be underestimated, and all the means were quite threatening. If Ernest would be

any chance to

paused his pace. He still straightened up as if he were a javelin that would rather break than

his thin lips, he didn’t look touched. He strode out of