My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 166

The result that Gemma had gotten in return from professing her love for Ernest was no different from those women whom had done the same to him.

She was outright rejected by him, and he had even estranged himself from her due to her feelings for him. In the end, she could no longer stay by his side anymore.

Her life during that period of alienation was a living hell for her as she thought that she had lost him completely.

It was not until that time when she had accidentally gotten into an accident to save Ernest that things had changed for her.

She was barely at death’s door from that terrible accident, but it was also a blessing in disguise as her pitiful condition had roused a sting of guilty conscience in Ernest. He had taken her as his little sister after that accident, and his promise to look after and protect her for the rest of her life had given her hope.

To be able to stay by his side once again albeit as his little sister this time had not affected her as she had always believed that there would not be any other women around him ever again due to his aloof and cold-hearted demeanor. She would be the one and only woman whom got to stay beside him despite only being his friend and little sister.

She would be fully contented as long as she could be the only woman by his side.

However, Florence had popped up all of a sudden beside him when Gemma had returned from her treatment overseas. Moreover, she could not stand Ernest’s overflowing and fervent love for Florence, and it had made her green with envy and driven her mad.

It was only after witnessing this side of him that she realized his cold-heartedness and distant manner that he had portrayed before this was because he had not met Florence yet.

While Gemma was still lost in her thought, Ernest’s speculative gaze had set on her at that moment, “Why are you here?”

His flat voice was tranquil but impassive and exuded apathy at the same time.

Gemma hurriedly pulled herself back to the present and explained, “I’ve heard that Florence is injured, so I’m swinging by to pay her a visit, but all of them have decided to not wait for me.”

She even gave Harold and the guys a dirty look while complaining about them ditching her and coming by themselves.

Harold instantly defended himself from her accusation, “That’s because you are not coming from the same direction as us, Missy.”

It turned out that Harold was the one whom had given away the news that Florence was hurt.

Ernest cast a frosty glance towards him in an unnoticed manner after grasping that realization, and Harold could immediately sense a gust of icy wind that had blown out of nowhere nipping at him, making him feel chilly to the bone as anxiety started to seep into him.

Harold gave out an awkward laugh, “It’s not easy for us to be gathered together, so let’s all take a seat and have some chinwag to strengthen our friendship…”

Before he could finish his sentence, Ernest had cut in on him abruptly with his impassive voice which exuded unfeelingness and hardheartedness, “Get out from here as soon as Florence has woken up.”

Harold was stunned by his unsympathetic tone, “…”

All the others were rendered speechless as well, “…”

The only reason that the great Mr. Hawkins had decided to grace them with his presence and was willing to have a chat with them over a cup of tea turned out to be Florence falling asleep at this point of time.

He indeed had gone all the way in the aspect of hiberdating!

Harold put on a sorrowful look, and he raised his wrist to glance at his watch soon after, “Man, it’s almost dinner time now. It would be just in time for Florence to have dinner after she has woken up. Let’s all stay back and have dinner with her.”

He suggested in a tone that was natural yet decisive, and he did not have any slight intention to discuss it over with Ernest as well.

Anthony flung him a look of dismay while thinking to himself: How would he, the young master of the Hammer family, stay just because he had wanted a meal? Harold’s temperament had never changed throughout all these years as he was still as provocative as ever and always asking for troubles. The more he was forced to leave, the more he would be dead set on staying by stopping at nothing to achieve his goal.

Ernest had remained silent despite pursing his lips after hearing Harold’s suggestion as they did not matter to him at all. As soon as Florence had woken up, all of them had to step aside anyway.

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In actual fact, Florence was up the whole time as the only reason that she had lied about her feeling unwell was because she had desperately wanted to avoid heading downstairs.

She was carried by Ernest wherever she went during this period of time due to the minor injury on her leg, and even if it was just merely going to the bathroom, she was not allowed by him to stand on her own feet.

She had tried to protest against his overwhelming conduct, but it was to no avail.

As a result, she had almost really become a disabled person for the past few days as she had never even set foot on the ground to go anywhere.

She was still able to endure it when Charlotte was the only one at home as there were only a few people around, but now that a bunch of adult males including Harold whom loved to tease her the most had dropped in, she could not fathom how long she would be made fun of when the sight of Ernest carrying her in his arms was laid in front of them.

She was thin-skinned and bashful about this kind of things, so she had decided to not go downstairs and hide herself in the room.

Florence was still in bed while scrolling her phone when the door was pushed open at dinner time.

Ernest walked into the room and stared at her with his darkened gaze, and it was as if he had seen through the fact that she had not gotten any sleep ever since he had left just now.

She asked anxiously with a guilt-stricken look, “Have they all left?”

“No, they want to stay for dinner.”