My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

The fruit juice bottle in Florence’s hands dropped to the ground with a bang.

Her face turned as pale as a sheet of paper, and she was trembling violently.

So Benjamin had seen it?!

She was finished! This matter could no longer be handled properly.

Benjamin turned around to look at Florence, the smile on his lips even more sure and arrogant.

Ernest stared straight at Benjamin, his grave expression suddenly changed to one of indifference, the corner of his lips raised in a sarcastic smile.

He turned around and sat down casually on the bench.

“Mr. Turner, are you addicted to calling ‘brother’? Didn’t it hurt enough last time?”

His tone was mocking and scornful.

As if he was talking to a shameless man that was kneeling on the ground.

The smile on Benjamin’s face froze and turned into one of awkwardness.

He gritted his teeth, “Aren’t you afraid that I will tell people about the messages on your computer? Ernest, you still have time to be honest with me, if I am satisfied I will let you go.”

“Then go ahead and tell.”

Ernest said indifferently, his posture calm and collected, “If you have anything to say, go ahead.”

Benjamin’s expression froze a little, his lips twitched, but he didn’t manage to say anything.

Florence looked on stunned at the confrontation between the two men. She then turned to look at Benjamin’s defeated and angry expression. She suddenly understood.

Benjamin had seen nothing just now, he was only acting, intentionally bluffing them.

If Ernest had been shocked and lost his calm, they would have been exposed.

That was close.

As an afterthought, Florence shuddered in fear. This Benjamin could stoop so low.

the face examination last time? Now you’re even here accusing Clarence of being Ernest. If you continue this way, even if I have to make a fuss, I wouldn’t allow

reminding Benjamin that he was only a guest,

him away at any point in

unhappy, feeling

he hadn’t managed to successfully bluff Clarence, but he had managed to surprise Florence. Her reaction to dropping her fruit bottle was too real, and

in front of him, there was an eighty to ninety per cent chance that he was

on something, and with a calm look,

laughed and said, “I was just joking around just now, even if I saw

showed no expression,

stood outside the pavilion, her mood extremely unhappy. She had already said such awkward things to him, why didn’t Benjamin want

here? What other tricks does he

computer in front of Ernest, her heart still felt

said, “Mr. Turner do you have anything

a nice view and location, it was specifically chosen by Florence. However, now that Benjamin

indeed

a smile, he turned to look at Florence, and said in a gentlemanly manner, “Flory, I have a lot to say,

throbbed, she didn’t believe that Benjamin was going to say something

what did he

straight into the pavilion, and sat down abruptly

glared at Benjamin, “Go get yourself

didn’t save

but now, his heart

fruit juice and thought you wanted to move around. If that’s the case, I’ll have someone

a call and

could save the situation for

hurried him, “If you

he finished talking. Her initially great mood had been

the table, she

the situation, then she wouldn’t

of smiles, his expression gentle. He looked extremely friendly and was purposely showing a

the past few days, and because Ernest hasn’t appeared

for what happened that day,

his attitude earnest as if he was here to

issue of the computer to anger Ernest just a few