My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 285

Florence felt more flustered and anxious when seeing the seriousness on Ernest’s face.

Why did this man always do something ambiguous which would disturb her mind?

Oh, no, she couldn’t have her eyes on him anymore; otherwise, she would not be able to control herself and would pounce on her.

Florence hastily shifted her gaze as she didn’t dare to look at Ernest any longer. She then went to pack up other things.

She didn’t bring too many things help, plus that Ernest was helping her, they packed up all her luggage after a short while.

Although Ernest hadn’t done such a household chore before, he was so intelligent that he got hang of it soon.

After the lunch, everyone assembled in the hall and they were ready to leave.

When Florence came to the hall, she noticed that her colleagues all had been there with their luggage and the team of Riverside came here to send them off.

But Florence didn’t saw Reynold.

A trace of light flashed across her eyes. She felt a bit disappointed. After being refused by her this morning, she guessed that Reynold didn’t want to come here to send her off. Maybe he didn’t want to see her anymore, so she really didn’t have the chance to say goodbye to him.

The members of the two teams expressed farewell to each other. Even if they felt upset to leave, they had to go back to City N.

The employees of the Hawkins Group all got on the bus that sent them to Riverside City before. Florence also took the bus here and she intended to get on the bus.

But her wrist was grabbed by Ernest when she took a step forwards.

“Take my car.”

He left no room for Florence to refuse him.

At the same time, Timothy drove the limited-edition Lamborghini here and stopped steadily in front of the bus.

He was giving her a special treatment in front of other colleagues.

Florence felt a bit embarrassed under the gazes of her colleagues.

“I can take the bus together with my colleagues.”

But Ernest didn’t give her the chance to refuse him. He overbearingly held up her hand and walked towards the Lamborghini.

Ernest pushed Florence’s luggage case forward and Timothy hurriedly walked over to take it and then put their luggage case into the trunk.

Since her luggage was put into trunk of his car and Ernest was grabbing her wrist, Florence had no choice but to get on his car.

Her face became redder when she looked up and saw the jealousy in her colleagues’ eyes. She hurriedly got into the car to hide herself.

She was really not accustomed to show affection with Ernest publicly.

Ernest then got on the car and sat beside Florence. They were so close that even part of their clothes overlapped.

Florence hurriedly moved towards the window, trying to distance herself a little bit away from him.

Her face still looked red. She then turned around and looked out of the window.

Ernest noticed her movements, but he didn’t mind it at all. He pressed his lips together and gave an order, “Start the car.”

“Roger, sir.”

Timothy started the car and drove it steadily on the road.

Some employees hadn’t gotten on the bus yet, but Ernest didn’t plan to wait for them.

He only had Florence in his eyes after all and this never changed.

Looking out of the window, Florence watched the hotel that she had lived in for a long period of time getting farther and farther away from them.

The people were getting smaller and smaller in her eyes.

But she still couldn’t see Reynold.

Florence felt a bit depressed. She felt reluctant to leave Riverside that where she had been staying for several days. At the same time, she also felt sad that she didn’t have time to say goodbye to Reynold.

Reynold really had helped her a lot during this period of time. He was so good to her and Florence sincerely regarded him as her good friend.

It was a pity that…

Noticing Florence’s expressions, Ernest slightly knitted his brows and felt a bit uncomfortable.

He said in a low voice, “You refused him before, but why are you sad now?”

There was jealousy in his tone of voice.

In his point of view, judging from Florence’s expression, it looked like Florence really cared about Reynold.

Ernest didn’t want the other man to occupy a place in Florence’s heart, even it was simply a small place.