My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 289

Ernest didn’t reply them. He stood to his feet with a cold face and headed towards the outside.

He didn’t feel good in this room because he felt it stuffy and oppressed.

“Ernest, where’re you going?”

When seeing Ernest walking out of the room without saying anything, Harold hurriedly asked him. But Ernest was so indifferent and he ignored him again.

Harold couldn’t help but shake his head, “Tsk, what a temper.”

Anthony knitted his brows, “He left by himself. Did you call Timothy to pick him up?”

“I’ve already called him since I knew that Ernest would leave abruptly because he was not in a good mood.”

Harold shrugged his shoulders and lay back to the sofa. He was so curious about what had happened between Ernest and Florence.

Mr. Hawkins, who had always been composed and elegant, was so annoyed that he even threw a temper.

Ernest walked out of the club with coldness written all over his face. Timothy drove a Lamborghini here and stopped in front of him.

“Sir, please.” Timothy got off the car and then opened the door for Ernest.

Ernest took a glance at him. He didn’t say anything and got on the car. He didn’t care why Timothy was here after getting off his work.

Timothy stole a glance at Ernest, who was sitting on the back seat with a cold face and a smell of alcohol, feeling a bit confused.

Nothing went wrong when he got off his work. Why did Mr. Hawkins go out to buy drink after coming back home?

Although he was bewildered, he didn’t dare to ask Ernest about this. He stepped on the accelerator and headed towards Ernest’s villa.

The car was prevailed by an oppressed ambience all the way.

Ernest still looked noble, but he was exuding an extremely cold aura.

Hence, Timothy was nervous when he was driving the car.

It was a great torture to him even if the trip simply took twenty minutes.

When the car stopped in front of the villa, Timothy got off the car and gingerly opened the door, “Mr. Hawkins, we’ve arrived.”

He said carefully because he was afraid that he would anger Ernest unknowingly.

Ernest replied with an indifferent nasal sound. When he was about to get off the car, he looked out of the window and found that they were in Senna International Villa Community.

He forgot to tell Timothy that he would not come back to this villa just now.

This was not his rigorous style of dealing with things.

Looking at the villa and thinking of the woman inside, Ernest became more fretful.

He had never been so annoyed by anything or any person!

Ernest’s expressions turned gloomier when he thought of this. He pressed his thin lips together and then ordered, “Go to the hotel.”

Timothy was stunned. Why didn’t Mr. Hawkins come back to the villa? But Miss Fraser was living there. How came that…

Could this because of Miss Fraser?

Although Timothy had many question in mind, he didn’t dare to say them out. Timothy reverently closed the door and then got on the car again. He started the car and was ready to leave.

“Never mind. I will get off here.” Right at this moment, a cold voice sounded from the back seat.

Timothy was confused by the sudden change of Ernest’s mind.

Oh my dear Mr. Hawkins, what was wrong with you?

Originally, Ernest didn’t intend to come into the villa, after all, he said to Florence that he would move out before. Moreover, he didn’t want to see her at present.

But his mind was occupied by a thought and he didn’t want to leave like this.

This shouldn’t be the way for them to get along with each other.

With such a thought in his mind, Ernest opened the door and walked into the house.

The moment he stepped into the house, he knitted his black brows tightly.

There were only several pairs of men’s leather shoes on the shoe rack in the hallway and the women’s shoes that were originally placed on the shoe rack all disappeared.

Ernest looked over and found that the bags that were originally hung on the wall hanging also disappeared.

He knitted his brows and changed into a pair of slippers and then headed towards upstairs.

The door was not closed and the room was dark.

Ernest walked into the bedroom and turned on the light, only to find an empty bedroom.

Where was Florence?

The dressing table, which was originally perched with skin care products, was empty and clean.

Ernest then walked into the cloakroom and the bathroom, only to find the same scene.

All the things of that woman had been taken away.

Ernest finally realized that Florence still chose to move out of his house after his leaving.