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.

being Ernest. If you continue this way, even if I have to make a fuss, I wouldn’t allow you

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

owner had the right to chase him

was unhappy,

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

pocket of his pants, he pressed on something, and with a calm look, as

just joking around just now, even if I saw anything,

no

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

he want by staying back here? What other tricks does he have

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

have anything else? If not, we won’t

and location, it was specifically chosen by Florence. However, now that Benjamin was here

I indeed

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

believe that Benjamin was going to say something

more, he wanted to divert her, what did he want

stayed put, walked straight into the pavilion, and sat down

eyes and glared at Benjamin, “Go get yourself what you want to

save him

was in the past, Benjamin would have stood up and left, but now, his heart and his skin had been trained to be

course I didn’t mean to instruct you around, I saw you going to get fruit juice and

made a call

“…” He really could save the situation for

“If you have anything, just say it

finished talking. Her initially great mood had been spoilt once she

meantime, Florence was doing something else. Under the table, she took out her phone and secretly sent a

situation,

gentle. He looked extremely friendly and was

past few days, and because

for what happened that day, I

earnest as if he

using the issue of the computer to anger Ernest just a few seconds ago, Florence would