My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Feeling quite confused, Florence asked, “Dad, what’s Stanford busy with?”

Alexander’s hand holding the chopsticks paused, a trace of embarrassment flashing through his eyes.

Pressing his lips, he looked hesitantly. He didn’t answer.

Victoria cast him a glance and answered with a smile, “He’s busy with his business. Although we are isolated from the outworld, we still operate on a lot of businesses in secret. If there’s any bigger issue, your brother needs to take care of it by himself.”

As she spoke, Victoria picked up a piece of eggplant and put it in Florence’s bowl.

“All right, Flory, those things should be left for the men to worry. As women, we should be worry-free. Good girl, go ahead with your breakfast.”

Since Victoria said so, Florence couldn’t insist on questioning.

However, for some reason, she felt quite uneasy.

In the following three days, Ernest didn’t show up in Florence’s room at all.

He was super busy every day. He would only reply to her after receiving her messages for a long while. All his replies were quite short. He had never told her what he was busying with exactly.

Florence held the phone all day long. She couldn’t go out of the villa. She felt more and more wronged.

Tammy brought her a glass of milk in her room, only to find that Florence was sitting in front of the window in a daze. She gazed at the darkness outside it without a blink.

“Little Miss,” Tammy called her gently.

She walked to Florence. “It’s already ten. I don’t think Mr. Hawkins would come here tonight. You should go to bed now. Please don’t sit here. The wind is so strong.”

Florence sat stiffly, shaking her head weakly.

“I felt a bit hot, so I want to be cooled down by the wind. Tammy, you can go to bed now.”

She didn’t have any other things to do now. She could only sit by the window, persistently expecting Ernest who would probably appear.

Since it was this late, basically he would never show up again tonight.

Tammy heaved a sigh. She stared at Florence with complicated feelings in her eyes for a long while.

After hesitating for a while, she whispered, “Little Miss, do you think if Mr. Hawkins had given up?”

Florence was taken aback.

Tammy added, “As far as I know, Mr. Hawkins is one of the Turner family, which has more complicated relationships and interests. Although they always appoint one successor, all of them are quite ambitious. Their internal competition is quite fierce.

has just gone back to the family, so he has snatched the successor’s qualification from Benjamin Turner directly. Mr. Hawkins must have encountered a lot of difficulties in the

be accepted by the Fraser family. The Turner family must have put a lot of pressure on him. I can’t imagine how many burdens are

had known that Ernest was in a lot of difficulties, but she had never expected that he

to imagine how he had gone through the

many difficulties was

slightly changed. She

a pressure, anyone would choose to

abandon the old for the new. They are fond of the novelty. Mr. Hawkins has been after you all the time probably it’s just because of his persistence. For a superior man like him, he wouldn’t be

goal, his persistence would naturally

it was quite natural for him to

some reason, she found it difficult to breathe

a slightly pale face, she stubbornly shook her

way. Ernest isn’t that

do hope Mr. Hawkins isn’t that kind of man as well. However, judging from his attitude these days... Little Miss, please think about my words reasonably and get well-prepared

were full of care for

her lips tightly, feeling more

believe that Ernest would be that kind of man. She believed that

his contact with her. He

still felt uneasy and panicked. She

by the window

“Ding-dong.”

message tone

out her phone and saw a message from Ernest: “Go

a message suddenly, asking her to

always sent messages to greet her in the morning and at night on

made her extremely happy now upset

and asking her to go to be, he would keep silent for a whole night without contacting

idea what on earth he

After receiving his “goodnight”, she would also reply

felt

phone and sent him a message:

sent, she heard the ringing

incoming call, Florence felt delighted, her eyes

was the first phone call from

in her

“Why can’t you sleep?”

pretty low, sounding a