My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Florence went back to her room and called over Tammy.

Without giving up, she asked, “Tammy, my brother isn’t home in recent two days. Do you know what he’s busy with?”

Tammy shook her head. “What Young Master is busy with should be the business outside the family. I’m just a maid in this villa. I don’t know anything.”

It was the answer that Florence had expected.

Feeling helpless, she could only nod and let Tammy leave her room.

However, she became more and more and uneasy.

Ernest suddenly had become so busy, and the time just matched with the time when Stanford couldn’t come home. Besides, Victoria seemed to be hiding something from her. Comparing the three matters together, Florence believed that they had something to do with each other.

However, none of them wanted to tell her.

The more she thought, the more uneasy and annoyed Florence became.

For a whole day today, Ernest had limited time to interact with her.

Florence was so depressed. When the evening came, she didn’t hope that Ernest would come to see her again.

Unhappily, she took a shower, put on her pajamas, and lay down on the bed.

Feeling bored, she browsed through the websites while checking the time, waiting for Ernest’s “goodnight” message.

However, at eleven o’clock, she didn’t receive the message as usual.

Looking at the message box, Florence turned pale gradually, feeling flustered.

She comforted herself that it was probably because he was way too busy, so he couldn’t send it on time.

Hence, she kept waiting. However, it was ten past eleven, but no new message came in.

It seemed that he wouldn’t send her a goodnight tonight.

Florence’s heart kept sinking as if it was pulled down by an invisible hand. She felt drowned.

All her worry in the past two days rushed to her. She couldn’t help recalling about the mattes that he was hiding from her, his ignoring and cold, and his perfunctory to hang up the phone when she called.

Florence kept thinking about Tammy’s words.

“Most men 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 reluctant if he hasn’t gained your heart yet.

“However, after he has achieved his goal, his persistence would naturally be gone.”

her. However, when she thought about them

even wondered pessimistically if Tammy had hit the nail - Ernest

“Click.”

a light sound. The closed window was pulled open from the

was suddenly shocked. She looked over in surprise, only to find Ernest’s tall and strong figure appear

a black windbreaker, rustling in the wind, his body covered with

Her heart that was almost drowned was totally relaxed.

at Florence

one hand, flipped over, and jumped in. He did

over to

wind. Florence’s upset turned into grievance in

eyes, she glared at him and said in an

her coquettish expression, Ernest felt his heart

windbreaker, sat on the edge of the bed, reached out, and pulled

each other for a few

low voice was full of affection

Florence felt as if he was teasing

understand why he behaved as if nothing had happened. He was even in a mood to tease her. She wondered if he had got his kicks when seeing her

pushed him away in anger. She turned around and didn’t want

never missed you. I’m so glad you didn’t come to

I missed you, so I came here to see

Florence, his deep voice full of

couldn’t help but skip a

asked awkwardly, “Aren’t you

can deal with them

hands and pulled her to look at him. “After this period, I’ll accompany you all the time. Please don’t

was exposed, so Florence felt a bit

“I’m not mad at

saw Ernest’s bloodshot eyes in surprise. She also noticed the dark circles under his

asked with concern, “Why are your eyes so red?

casually. “Yes, I have, just

long have you

tonight. Would you like to share half

his mouth corners, Ernest changed the

now did she realize that Ernest was truly super busy in the past few days. He even nearly hadn’t got time to

making wild guesses about

felt herself not

the mood to ask him for an explanation. She touched Ernest’s eyes with

in a soft tone, “You’ve been so hardworking. Come on. Go

a bit,

and pulled