My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 212

“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?

He raised his slender hands and picked up the bottles and jars one after another. Then he tossed them into the garbage can without any hesitation.

Seeing, Florence hurriedly grabbed his wrist. “Mr. Hawkins, what are you doing? Those were bought by money.”

She meant it was indeed a waste of money...

Even if she couldn’t use them, she could give them to others.

Ernest looked up at her, glinting at her with sharpness. “Are you reluctant to those things or to the man who gave you those things?”

Florence felt that he spoke extremely ironically tonight.

She was so scared that she withdrew her hands, having not guts t utter a word.

If he was pissed again, she was afraid that he would...

Ernest finished tossing the last bottle. Casting a glance at her then around the room, he stared at those dresses.

He asked, “And so were those dresses, right?”

Florence didn’t dare to answer.

Those dresses were quite costly. She would feel sorry if they were all dumped. She wondered if she could deny.

However, how could her micro-expression escape from Ernest’s eyes?

His thin lips parted. “I’ll give you three minutes to throw away all the things from him in this room. Otherwise, you can’t blame me for being rude to you.”

This time, he was directly threatening her.

What he would do to be rude to her made Florence panic.

She knew his means. When he was pissed, he wouldn’t have mercy.

Although she still felt sorry, she walked over and packed those dresses. Then she pressed them into the garbage can.

She also dumped other small things in the room.

“Done,” she reported after throwing them all away.