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 to stay at the Fraser family as

words heavily, reminding Benjamin that

him away

was unhappy,

successfully bluff Clarence, but he had managed to surprise Florence. Her reaction to dropping her fruit bottle was too real, and that had reflected her guilt.

an eighty to ninety per cent chance that he was

something, and with a calm look, as if nothing had happened, he sat down next to Clarence

just now, even if I

showed no

had

here? What other tricks

heart still

said, “Mr. Turner do you have anything else? If not, we won’t accompany

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

I indeed

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

that Benjamin

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

walked straight into the pavilion, and sat

get yourself what you want to

didn’t save

but now,

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

Benjamin made a call and instructed his

“…” He really could save

and hurried him, “If you have anything,

to leave once he finished talking. Her initially great mood had been spoilt once

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

the situation, then she wouldn’t have to continue

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

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

that day, I

was very sincere, his attitude earnest

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