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.

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 you

heavily, reminding Benjamin that he was only a guest, that he

owner had the right to chase him away at

expression was unhappy, feeling extremely

though 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 that

was an eighty to ninety per

his lips, tightening his fingers in the pocket of his pants, he pressed on something, and with a calm look,

“I was just joking around just now, even if I saw

no

had already said such awkward things to him, why didn’t

by staying back here? What other tricks does

her heart still felt restless, she was worried that something might

you have anything else?

location, it was specifically chosen by Florence. However, now that Benjamin was here affecting her mood, even though she felt

hurry, I indeed have

carried a smile, he turned to look at Florence, and said in a gentlemanly manner, “Flory, I have a lot to say, can I trouble you to go bring some red wine and fruit

believe that Benjamin

her, what did he

the pavilion, and

and glared at Benjamin, “Go get yourself what you want to drink, I’m not your

save

it was in the past, Benjamin would have stood up and left, but now,

instruct you around, I saw you going to get fruit juice and thought you wanted to move around. If that’s the case,

made a call and

He really could save the situation

and hurried him, “If you have anything, just say

he finished talking. Her initially great mood

table, she took out her phone and secretly sent a text to

to find an excuse to come save the situation, then she wouldn’t have to continue entertaining

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

been influenced by the rumors going around the past few days, and because Ernest hasn’t appeared in a

that

very sincere, his attitude earnest

computer to anger Ernest just a few seconds ago, Florence would have believed