My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

After a moment of hesitation, Florence finally sat down beside Ernest, leaving a wary distance hovering between them.

Despite the distance, plenty of hostile looks and razor-sharp gazes were being shot at her immediately.

It was obvious that all the women called to work wanted to sit beside Ernest and please him. However, they could only entertain his friends since he was aloof and forbidding, not wanting any woman to be by his side.

An attractive woman blurted out in sarcasm, “Mr. Hammer, isn’t she your friend whom you have brought over? I don’t think it’s suitable for her to sit beside Mr. Hawkins.”

Upon hearing the woman’s words, Florence became more guarded and sat bolt upright. Despite their engagement to each other, Ernest must not have wanted people to acquaint with their relationship since they were out having fun.

“Mr. Hawkins, I will sit at another spot,” Florence murmured under her breath and started getting up from her seat. However, before she could manage to leave her spot, a big hand had grabbed onto her and pulled her back to her seat, but this time she was closely seated next to Ernest with no space in between them.

Florence could certainly sense the exquisite and sophisticated scent exuding from his body, and her heart started to flutter uncontrollably.

His tone was full of no-nonsense as he said, “Where do you think you are going as my fiancée?”

Her heart skipped a beat as she did not expect Ernest to reveal her status in this kind of situation.

It was evident that all those present here had quite remarkable and distinctive disposition, all of them cladded in exquisite aura. They should all be his mates, but Florence did not recall any of them attending their engagement ceremony. It must be because Ernest was apathetic about the engagement with her that none of his pals had attended.

But now…

All of Ernest’s companions gaped at the two on the sofa with astonishment as they had not seen him approaching any woman before this.

It seemed that Harold was right; she indeed was special to Ernest.

“Hi, I am Stephen Thomas. Sorry that I could not make it to your engagement ceremony with Ernest as I was out of the country when it took place. Let me toast to you to make it up for that today.”

Stephen paced towards her and handed her a drink mannerly.

Florence took an unsettling glimpse towards Ernest only to perceive that his thin lips were pursed together. She could not discern his mood as his striking face was expressionless and unimpassioned.

take hold of the cup and make a toast with Stephen while wearing a

drink, another man came up

Anthony Brooks. I will make sure to be the first one to reach when it’s the time for your

to herself, but she was obliged to finish

while continued to attempt to drink, but her glass was taken away

trickle from his fixed gaze on the men,

float around in a guilt-ridden manner. Anthony coughed and earnestly started his speech in all seriousness, “This is the first time that we are meeting Florence, and it is only appropriate that we propose a toast. We would only toast her one glass

five to six men here on this deck, and even if they were only going to make her drink a toast to each of them

Anthony’s. “I will drink for her.” Soon after, he

was dumbfounded. He thought Ernest was just treating his fiancée differently than the others, but it was a wonder that Ernest Hawkins, who was distant and usually treated everything else with indifference, would be so protective of her to the extent that he would not even let

She felt like she was indulging in his refuge, and it led her to develop

it was his turn to toast. He set it on the table, and said, “How boring it

instantly picked up on Harold’s intention, and he grinned brightly

with a game like truth

she was asked to play the game with a

could even speak, Anthony had already placed the rolling dice in front

is yours,

herself to turn down the offer when all keen eyes were on her, so she comforted herself that it was only going

the dice and Harold got chosen as the first

lucky streak tonight,” he jokingly scoffed and readily spun the

someone who is of the same sex to perform a Kabedon manoeuvre while confessing

shot the idea down disapprovingly,

acceptable if he had to

“Serves you right. Harold. Guys, take out your phones and be prepared to record this historic

to hit on girls if all of you

their phones with bitter resentment in his eyes, and after giving it

it was you, so could you do me a