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.

successor’s qualification from Benjamin Turner directly. Mr. Hawkins must have encountered a lot of difficulties in the

with you, he can’t be accepted by the Fraser family. The Turner family must have put a lot of pressure on him.

was shocked. She had known that Ernest was in a lot of difficulties, but

dared not to imagine how he

difficulties was he facing

changed. She thought

she continued, “In such a pressure, anyone would

novelty. Mr. Hawkins has been after you all the time

he has achieved his goal, his persistence would naturally be

persistence and under such pressure, it was quite natural for

it difficult to breathe as

slightly pale face, she stubbornly shook her

way. Ernest isn’t that kind

judging from his attitude these days... Little Miss, please think

low voice. Her words were full of

lips tightly, feeling

would be that kind of man. She believed that his love for her wouldn’t be so

his contact with her. He even seemed quite cold and didn’t come

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

felt more depressed, sitting by the window until eleven

“Ding-dong.”

heard the message tone for the

saw a message from

a message suddenly, asking her to go

messages to greet her in the morning and

“goodnight” that made her extremely happy now upset Florence

a “goodnight” and asking her to go to be, he

what

him and didn’t want to interrupt him. After receiving his

however, she felt so uneasy and

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

she heard the ringing tone. It was a

Florence felt

phone

Suppressing the joy in her voice,

“Why can’t you sleep?”

pretty low, sounding