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.

so he has snatched the successor’s qualification from Benjamin Turner directly. Mr. Hawkins

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

a lot of difficulties, but she had never expected that he would be besieged on all

how he had gone

many difficulties was he facing

changed. She thought that

would choose to give

after you all the time probably it’s just

after he has achieved his goal, his persistence

his persistence and under such pressure, it was quite natural for him

found it difficult to breathe as if something was

face, she stubbornly shook her

isn’t that

that kind of man as well. However, judging from his attitude these days... Little Miss, please think about my words reasonably

low voice. Her words were full of care for

pressed her lips tightly, feeling

believe that Ernest would be that kind of man. She believed that his love for her

night, Ernest gradually decreased his contact with her. He

Florence still felt uneasy and panicked. She wondered what was in

felt more depressed, sitting by the window until eleven

“Ding-dong.”

the message tone

and saw a message from Ernest: “Go to bed early. Good

message suddenly, asking her to go

in the morning and at night on time. During other times,

extremely happy now upset Florence a

go to be, he would keep

even had no idea what on earth

didn’t want to interrupt him. After receiving his “goodnight”, she would also reply to him “goodnight” and go to

felt

tabbed at her cell phone and sent him a message: “I can’t

was sent, she heard the ringing tone. It was

incoming call, Florence felt delighted, her

her, which was the first phone call from him in the past

joy in her voice, she asked calmly, “Why are you calling

“Why can’t you sleep?”

voice was pretty low, sounding