My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

No matter which one he was referring to, he would still be a douchebag no matter what.

“Mr. Hawkins, I am not joking with you. I hope that you can end our marriage the sooner the better.”

Florence sounded extremely serious when she said this.

Ernest was very helpless. She obviously didn’t believe a word he had said.

However, he wouldn’t allow her to continue distancing herself from him anymore.

It seemed that something about their relationship had to be changed.

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In the villa of Senna International Community, Harold was rubbing his half-closed eyes as he entered the villa, “Ernest, why did you summon me here so early in the morning? It is even too early for stealing.”

“Come to the backyard.”

Ernest’s voice which wasn’t too loud or soft came from the backyard.

It was still early and the sky was still dark. Was Ernest really in the backyard to steal something?

Harold was really speechless but he didn’t dare to voice out his thoughts. He made his way to the backyard with a slow pace.

To his surprise, he found that the originally magnificent backyard had turned into a flat desolate piece of land. All types of vegetation had been wiped off the face of the ground.

He suddenly didn’t feel sleepy anymore as he marched towards Ernest, “Did your villa get attacked by terrorists? Or has there been a missile here? Are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere?”

As he said that, he reached out his hands towards Ernest to check his clothes. But his hands were swatted away mercilessly by Ernest.

“The backyard is going to undergo a transformation with flowers as the main theme. Take a look at this design blueprint. Tell me if there’s anything that needs improvement or modification.”

Harold carried the design in his arms as the corners of his mouth twitched hard. He looked at Ernest as if Ernest was some monster.

“You called me here so early in the morning just to let me take a look at this design?”

This was such a trivial matter. Was it worth it for him to make a special visit for this? Moreover, this was not the time he usually woke up.

Hearing that Harold was complaining, Ernest glanced sideways at Harold, “Do you have something to say?”

words were simple, yet it

something catch in his throat as he gave in,

I need to

and there were workers waiting by

immense pressure weighing down on him. He wasn’t Ernest’s

didn’t dare to

open the design and started studying them, and in no time he was

was immediately piqued, and he turned his face towards Ernest with an ambiguous

the theme of your design

discomfort appeared on Ernest’s face before he spouted these

look by myself, but what if I misunderstand your theme?

Harold said teasingly.

swept his cold glance at him,

“Really? For real?”

so excited he was jumping up and down. He stared at Ernest, “You are finally going to confess

mother than twenty years, this was the first time he had seen Ernest seriously considering

patted his chest with a solemn expression, “This design is still lacking something important. Leave it to me, I

such mischief, Ernest would have nothing to worry about, but now that Harold was looking

he warned, “Don’t

couldn’t find any words for it. How could Ernest knew what he was thinking

to immediately grasp Ernest’s intentions? The noble and mighty Ernest would be standing in front of a huge garden with the words “Florence, I love you” erected behind him. The scene would be something to marvel

Too bad, too bad.

went into

the two days after this, Ernst contributed his efforts personally to ensure that

thorns in Florence’s heart so that she

Gemma had come back, she wasn’t able to get in touch with Ernest. She decided to loiter around Senna International

gate of the villa wasn’t closed off. Gemma

her surprise that the originally monotonous and simplistic design of the

place felt gentle and the colour scheme was one of light colours. The villa felt like a warm family

There were flowers everywhere and the

sight, but it

something tighten in

you renovating

female owner of the