My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 244

Timothy showed up from nowhere.

Standing behind Ernest, he gingerly suggested, “Mr. Hawkins, shall we go for dinner in the restaurant of the hotel as well?”

He guessed that they could share the table with Florence.

Ernest emanated a colder aura. Pressing his thin lips, he didn’t answer but his implication was quite obvious.

He wouldn’t go.

Timothy wiped off the cold sweat that oozed on his forehead in fear, and he felt so worried.

Mr. Hawkins deliberately scheduled a whole afternoon to come here and accompany Florence to read because he wanted to make up for their relationship. It seemed it had worked. Timothy wondered why Ernest wouldn’t continue the triumphant pursuit.

After reading the books together, if he had dinner with her together as well, they would be satisfied both physically and mentally. Then it would be easy for them to reconcile.

Timothy couldn’t help being curious. He was also afraid that Mr. Hawkins took the wrong step based on his temper. He bit the bullet and added under the cold aura emanated by Ernest, “Mr. Hawkins, have you given up on making up to Ms. Fraser?”

Giving up?

Ernest’s sexy thin lips were pressed into a disdainful arc. This phrase never existed in his dictionary.

It was more impossible for him to give up on Florence.

He stood up and straightened his suit jacket. “Don’t rush. Take it easy.”

If he sought quick success and instant benefits, she would be scared away.

In that case, he would slow down and take it easy, although he wished that he could skin Reynold alive, roll him into a ball, and kick him away from Florence.

“Send all the books we were reading just now to my room,” said Ernest.

Then he strode out of the room elegantly.

He had a determined look of the certainty to win on his handsome face.

After dinner, Florence originally planned to go back to the mini-library and continue to read. However, when she arrived there, she found the door of the mini-library was locked.

It wasn’t until then did she know that all materials in the mini-library were quite valuable and the open time was limited. There was no service at night.

She had to go back to her suite in disappointment.

She came to Riverside City for business and study, so she was not too busy or idle. At least, she could have a rest tonight.

After taking a shower and doing a facial mask, Florence was lying on the bed. She was about to watch a movie but heard a knock on her door.

She wondered who would come to her at this time.

Since her identity was unique, her coworkers treated her respectfully, so naturally, they were not friends. The persons that she contacted the most were Reynold and Erica.

It would be possible that they were at her door, and probably they would like to talk about business with her, which couldn’t be delayed.

At the thought of it, Florence stood up immediately and buttoned up all the buttons on her pajamas. Then she opened the door with the facial mask on her face.

When she opened the door and saw the person standing there, Florence was in a daze.

She was so shocked that she was standing there dully.

How could it be Ernest?

Seeing her in pajamas and wearing a facial mask, Ernest was also taken aback slightly.

Although he had shared his bed with Florence a lot of times, she was always restrained in his presence. Every time she was wrapped tightly when sleeping.

He had never seen how she looked like with the facial mask before.

The black mast had covered her whole face, and he could only see her big eyes and cherry-like lips.

She looked quite adorable.

Since Ernest kept gazing at her, Florence suddenly realized something.

She was still wearing a facial mask.

How could she meet someone in this way? It would be alright if it were someone else, but he was Ernest.

She never wanted to show him such a messy side of her.

Almost subconsciously, she pulled the door all of a sudden and was about to close it. Ernest, however, acted faster than she could. He stepped in, reached out his hand, and pressed the door open.

He was far stronger than her. No matter how much strength that Florence used, the door didn’t move a bit again.