My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 288

She looked out of the window and smiled helplessly, “Ernest Hawkins.”

It seemed like that his name had been craved on her heart unknowingly. But he was the one that she couldn’t love.

Phoebe was not surprised when she learned the answer because it was within her expectation.

As expected, how could Florence fall in love with the other man with such a perfect fiancé by her side?

“Now that you have feelings for Ernest, why do you want to cancel the engagement with him?”

It’s a life-time pursuit and the happiest things for a woman to marry a man that she loves.

Phoebe couldn’t understand Florence.

Florence pressed her lips together. She was overwhelmed by a bitter feeling. It was because she loved Ernest that she had to cancel their engagement.

She shook her head, “This is life. For the most of the time, we can’t do the things that we like.”

Phoebe knitted her brows and felt distressed for Florence.

“But you look sad now.”

Florence didn’t look as sad as she was now when she was treated by Grayson back then.

She must love Ernest very much.

In TS Club…

Generally a super luxurious private room was supposed to be boisterous with beauties surrounding their guests. But right at this moment, several men sat straightly and obediently on the sofa. All off them looked gloomy.

They drank one bottle after another. None of they dared to speak loudly.

They stole a glance at the man who was sitting on the innermost part of the sofa from time to time to see whether if his expression was getting colder.

Originally, Harold and his friends had a gathering tonight and they booked the private room as well as the beautiful hostesses and the wines.

When they were singing in the room, which pushed the atmosphere to its climax, Ernest broke into the room and walked in with a cold face. He then urged those hostesses to leave without any explanation.

Harold and his friends were dumbfounded and looked at each other in bewilderment.

Everyone had perceived that Ernest was not in a good mood tonight.

Even Harold, who had been acting unruly and annoyingly in usual times, restrained himself and sat on the sofa near to Ernest obediently. When Ernest gulped down the glass of wine, he would immediately refill the glass.

Stephen finally failed to control his curiosity and secretly poked at Anthony’s arm.

“What’s wrong with Ernest today? He came back from Riverside in advance of the schedule and threw temper tantrums.”

Anthony was also confused, “I’m not clear of it either.”

“What about Harold? Looks like he knows some secrets. See, he’s so ingratiating now. Absolutely he has committed something bad and feels guilty now. Maybe it’s him who has offended Ernest.”

Anthony took a glance at Harold who was sucking up to Ernest and seemed to think of something.

“Last night he told Ernest that Florence falls for a man. Could it be that…”

Anthony’s pupils shrank when he thought of this. He couldn’t believe in his assumption.

Stephen was wise person and he quickly got the key point when he heard Anthony’s words.

He was so shocked and asked, “The one that Florence loves is not Ernest?”

As he was too shocked, he didn’t keep down his voice when he spilled out the words and everyone in the room, which was prevailed by silence, heard it clearly.

The simultaneously looked towards Stephan with astonishment with the same expression – are you seeking death?

Ernest, who was gulping down wine, paused. He clenched the glass tightly and some cracks could be seen on the glass.

The ambience of the room became gloomier.

Stephen froze. It seemed like he was doomed.

“I… I… I didn’t mean it. I…”

Crack.