My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Chapter 412: Which Is More Important, the Gift or Me

Feeling quite confused, Florence asked, “Dad, what’s Stanford busy with?”

Alexander’s hand holding the chopsticks paused, a trace of embarrassment flashing through his eyes.

Pressing his lips, he looked hesitantly. He didn’t answer.

Victoria cast him a glance and answered with a smile, “He’s busy with his business. Although we are isolated from the outworld, we still operate on a lot of businesses in secret. If there’s any bigger issue, your brother needs to take care of it by himself.”

As she spoke, Victoria picked up a piece of eggplant and put it in Florence’s bowl.

“All right, Flory, those things should be left for the men to worry. As women, we should be worry-free. Good girl, go ahead with your breakfast.”

Since Victoria said so, Florence couldn’t insist on questioning.

However, for some reason, she felt quite uneasy.

In the following three days, Ernest didn’t show up in Florence’s room at all.

He was super busy every day. He would only reply to her after receiving her messages for a long while. All his replies were quite short. He had never told her what he was busying with exactly.

Florence held the phone all day long. She couldn’t go out of the villa. She felt more and more wronged.

Tammy brought her a glass of milk in her room, only to find that Florence was sitting in front of the window in a daze. She gazed at the darkness outside it without a blink.

“Little Miss,” Tammy called her gently.

She walked to Florence. “It’s already ten. I don’t think Mr. Hawkins would come here tonight. You should go to bed now. Please don’t sit here. The wind is so strong.”

Florence sat stiffly, shaking her head weakly.

“I felt a bit hot, so I want to be cooled down by the wind. Tammy, you can go to bed now.”

She didn’t have any other things to do now. She could only sit by the window, persistently expecting Ernest who would probably appear.

Since it was this late, basically he would never show up again tonight.

Tammy heaved a sigh. She stared at Florence with complicated feelings in her eyes for a long while.

After hesitating for a while, she whispered, “Little Miss, do you think if Mr. Hawkins had given up?”

Florence was taken aback.

Tammy added, “As far as I know, Mr. Hawkins is one of the Turner family, which has more complicated relationships and interests. Although they always appoint one successor, all of them are quite ambitious. Their internal competition is quite fierce.

he has snatched the successor’s qualification from Benjamin Turner directly. Mr. Hawkins must have encountered a lot of

family must have put a lot of pressure on him. I can’t imagine how many burdens are

that Ernest was in a lot of difficulties, but she had never expected that he would

not to imagine how he had gone

difficulties was he facing

studied Florence’s expression that was slightly changed. She thought that her words

a pressure, anyone would choose

men abandon the old for the new. They are fond of the novelty. Mr. Hawkins has been after you all the time probably it’s just because of his persistence. For a superior man like him, he wouldn’t be reluctant if


his persistence and under such pressure, it was quite natural for him to give

found it difficult to

face, she stubbornly shook her

Ernest isn’t

Mr. Hawkins isn’t that kind of man as well. However, judging from his attitude these days... Little Miss, please think about my words

sigh in a low voice. Her words were full of care for Florence from the bottom of her

pressed her lips tightly, feeling

man. She believed

her. He even seemed quite cold and didn’t come to her

uneasy and panicked. She wondered what was



heard the message tone for

her phone and saw a message from Ernest: “Go to bed early.

he just sent her a message suddenly, asking her to go to

few days, he always sent messages to greet her in the morning and at night on time. During other times, he would only send her

her extremely happy now upset

go to be, he would keep silent for a whole night

what on earth

Florence could understand him and didn’t want to interrupt him. After receiving his “goodnight”, she would also reply to him “goodnight”

felt so uneasy

at her cell phone and sent

heard the ringing tone. It was a call from

call, Florence felt delighted, her

was calling her, which was the first phone call

in her voice, she asked calmly, “Why

“Why can’t you sleep?”

pretty low,

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