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.

she could only be Benjamin’s wife. That was the fact

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

expected all kinds of decisions that Theodore would make. However, when seeing that his grandfather was against him so determinedly, Ernest curled up his lips into

“What if I don’t?”

“Ernest Hawkins!”

ground fiercely. The sound was deep and powerful, full

you are my only immediate descendant and the first in line successor, you should know how much the family

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

care,” Ernest said without any hesitation. He said in

know how difficult your status would be in the

still be the successor. The way to change the heir would

such a case, do you still

might be facing such a serious ending, he didn’t frown at all. Only the determination

mother! How thickheaded!” Theodore scolded in anger, poking

wasn’t moved at all. The reason that he had come back to the Turner family was for Florence. His purpose was so clear that he wouldn’t confuse cause and effect. How could he give up on

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

finishing his words, Ernest turned away

the Turner family for so many years and he was always

obey him, and now so

heaved up and

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

think it twice. Can you

come back to the Turner family without any supporters. Most 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

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

be underestimated, and all the means were quite threatening. If Ernest would be against so many men alone, it

have any chance to defeat

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