My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

“Give me the room card.” Ernest wasn’t in the mood to listen to her explanation. Without giving her any chance to refuse, he pulled the room card from her hands and swiped on the lock. With a beep, the door was opened. He walked into the suit directly.

His pace was steady and elegant, and he looked quite calm as if he was walking into his own room, extremely unrestrained.

Florence didn’t know what to say. When this man became overbearing again, he even didn’t give her any chance for breathing.

However, he mustn’t stay with her. She was on a business trip together with other coworkers in the company and it was for business. If they knew that Ernest followed her here and stayed with her in the same room, she would feel so ashamed that she’d rather bury herself.

As Florence thought, she took a look at the corridor. After confirming that there were no coworkers around, she hurriedly walked over and closed the door.

Then she said to Ernest, “Well...”

“Florence Fraser, come over,” the man suddenly called her without waiting for her to finish her words.

Whenever he called her full name so seriously, it meant that something bad would happen.

She walked over in a hurry, only to find that he was gazing at the skincare and cosmetic products on the dresser, his eyes extremely dangerous.

In Ernest’s impression, Florence wasn’t so fickle, so the brands that she always stuck to the brands that she always used. Hence, he remembered some of her habits.

However, those bottles and jars on the dresser were quite different from the brand that she always used, and obviously, they were not her style, either.

As a smart man, Ernest turned to look at her and asked, “Were they from your so-called friend Mr. Myron?”

Although he was asking a question, his tone was affirmative.

Florence was embarrassed, wondering why he was so smart.

“Yes, they were.” She dared not to lie.

Ernest’s face turned cold instantly, the air around them almost frozen.

Florence was so frightened that she hurriedly explained, “Please don’t misunderstand. When I first got here, I didn’t bring any necessities. He just offered me a helping hand. He didn’t have other intentions. Really.”

While speaking, Florence felt a sense of guilt.

In the beginning, she didn’t think too much indeed. However, after what Reynold had done that evening, she realized that it was wrong for a woman to accept benefits from a man. It would cause misunderstandings.

She wondered if Ernest had misunderstood either.

For Ernest, it was far more than a misunderstanding. He was tortured by a flame called jealousy.

How could his fiancee, his date, use things from another man?

bottles and jars one after

Florence hurriedly grabbed his wrist. “Mr. Hawkins, what

it was indeed a waste of

she couldn’t use them, she could give them to

looked up at her, glinting at her with sharpness. “Are you reluctant to those things or to the man

felt that he

her

he was pissed again, she was afraid that

glance at her

so were those

didn’t dare

dresses were quite costly. She would feel sorry if they

micro-expression escape from

away all the things from him in this

he was directly threatening

he would do to be rude

means. When he was pissed, he wouldn’t

felt sorry, she walked over and packed those dresses. Then she

other small things in the

after throwing

a bit satisfied. His cold face became softened. The next

one you are

in embarrassment awkwardly, “Yes,

was so obedient, so she

had lost his

shape. He couldn’t believe that it was also given by another man. He wondered how many glances the man had

chatting and laughing, he strode over jealously, grabbed her body, and his big hand fell on the zipper

down, and the zipper

frightened

be so rude, but he couldn’t control

“Florence Fraser, this is the only time. You can’t accept anything from

She could only

then did Ernest

in a deep voice, “Go ahead

let go

soon as Florence was free, she trotted

was way too