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.

just gone back to the family, so he has snatched the successor’s qualification from Benjamin Turner directly. Mr. Hawkins

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

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

dared not to imagine how he had gone through the

difficulties was

slightly changed. She thought that her words

anyone would choose

of the novelty. Mr. Hawkins has been after you all the time probably it’s just because of his persistence. For a

after he has achieved his goal, his

under such pressure, it was

shook slightly. For some reason, she found it difficult to breathe as if

face, she

isn’t that kind of

isn’t that kind of man as well. However, judging from his attitude these days... Little Miss, please think about

Her words were full of care for Florence

her lips tightly,

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

her. He even seemed quite cold

confident she was, Florence still felt uneasy

depressed, sitting by the window

“Ding-dong.”

the message tone for the

and saw a message from Ernest:

a message

in the morning and at night on time. During

made her extremely happy now upset Florence a

to go to be, he would

had no idea what on

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

she felt so uneasy

phone and sent him a message: “I

after the message was sent, she heard the

at the incoming call, Florence felt delighted,

was the first phone call

swiped to answer. Suppressing the joy in her voice, she asked calmly, “Why

“Why can’t you sleep?”

voice was pretty low, sounding a bit