My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 137

The next day…

In the early morning, Charlotte got up. Unable to suppress her excitement, she wanted to witness how Ernest and Florence broke up with each other.

Then the next they would announce the cancellation of their engagement.

She had been waiting in the living room quite early. She checked the time ... at this time usually, Timothy had already delivered the breakfast to the villa. However, so far he hadn’t shown up yet, and neither was the breakfast.

In Charlotte’s opinion, it meant that Ernest and Florence had a grudge last night, and they even had lost appetite to have breakfast.

Great!

Wonderful!

Charlotte could hardly hide her complacent smile. Now everything succeeded. She would soon become Earnest’s wife, the young madam of the Hawkins family.

She looked in the direction of the stairs expectantly, waiting for them to come downstairs.

“Crick-crack. Crick-crack. Crick-crack.”

The footsteps coming downstairs sounded in the quiet morning.

Instantly, Charlotte widened her eyes in excitement. With expectant, she looked over, but then she gaped...

Ernest and Florence were walking downstairs shoulder-by-shoulder. Ernest’s arm was on Florence's shoulder, intimately holding her in his arms.

Florence felt quite uneasy, trying to push his arm away from time to time.

However, after she pushed him away for an inch, Ernest wrapped around her shoulder again, even more tightly.

The two came downstairs while tugging each other, looking quite harmonious. They even had become more intimate than they were two days ago.

Charlotte widened her eyes in disbelief, wondering what was going on.

The incident last night was so fierce. Obviously, Ernest was so angry. But after one night, why didn’t he cancel the engagement with Florence, but they had become more close instead?

Charlotte couldn’t suppress her confusion. She blurted out, “Florence, are you and Ernest fine now?”

Florence was taken aback, wondering why she was asking so.

At the same time, Ernest's cold gaze fell on Charlotte’s face, so dangerous that she was frightened.

Charlotte couldn’t help but feel chill. No matter how long it had been, whenever facing Ernest, she would feel frightened by the light of nature.

Gritting her teeth, she pretended to be worried.

“I’m sorry, Florence. It was my fault last night, so Ernest understood. He was so angry and I was guilty of it for a whole night. I was afraid that you would fight because of it, which would impact your relationship.”

Florence was more confused. “What did you do to piss off Ernest?”

What made her surprised was that Charlotte could still be staying here and alive safely.

Charlotte was choked by Florence’s reaction. What did Florence mean by she pissed off Ernest?

She wondered if Florence had realized what had pissed off Ernest last night.

Or, Ernest hadn’t got mad at Florence because of that, had he? It was impossible. After all, Florence had cheated on him.

Reluctantly, Charlotte added, “I didn’t do anything to piss off Ernest. It was you and...”

“Said who I was pissed off?” Ernest chimed in coldly to interrupt Charlotte’s words. He looked even colder. “Charlotte Fraser, you are too nosy.”

His deep voice had the danger that made others scared.

Charlotte felt her back freezing.

On instinct, she blurted out, ‘I’m sorry, Ernest. It’s, it’s me who have overthought.”

Seeing that Charlotte was almost freaked out, Florence felt sorry for her. After all, Charlotte was her younger sister.

With a smile, she patted Charlotte’s shoulder and comforted her in a soft voice, “It’s alright. Although Ernest was short-tempered, he was not that easy to get pissed. Besides, if he was truly pissed off, you wouldn’t be standing here safe and sound.

“Take it easy. Enjoy staying home.”

Hearing that Florence mention him by his first name, Ernest, who didn’t like to get too close to anyone, suddenly felt that his name was so pleasant to the ear.

Ernest looked as if he was in a better mood. Reaching out, he pulled Florence in his arms again.

His smell made Florence’s heart hammer again.

For some reason, since last night, Ernest started to touch her from time to time, such as taking her hand or holding her as if he was a sticky candy.