My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 290

Since Ernest was not a person to be trifled with, Phoebe quickly pulled open the door and asked in a surprised tone, “Mr… Mr. Hawkins, why are you here?”

Ernest didn’t spare a glance at her. He glanced around the room and asked in a cold voice, “Where’s Florence?”

It sounded like an order from a noble and overbearing emperor.

Phoebe involuntarily pointed at the bathroom and said, “She’s in the bathroom.”

Ernest didn’t intend to avert arousing awkwardness and directly headed towards the bathroom.

Florence was taking a shower in the bathroom, plus that she was disturbed, she didn’t hear the commotions outside of the bathroom.

When she finished it, she finally realized that she forgot to bring in her bath towel.

“Phoebe, can you hear me? Can you please bring my bath towel to me?” Florence shouted.

After a short while, the door of the bathroom was pushed open and someone handed Florence a white bath towel.

Florence reached out to take the towel, but when she looked up, she saw the man who was standing at the door nobly.

“Ah!!!” Florence screamed hysterically.

Phoebe covered her ears with her hands with a bitter expression.

Flory oh Flory, I also wanted to stop him, but Mr. Hawkins’s aura was so horrifying. I couldn’t stop him; moreover, I didn’t dare to stop him.

Florence screamed for a few seconds and she couldn’t react.

She was naked now. Oh gosh, why Ernest suddenly appeared in Phoebe’s bathroom?

Florence’s face was crimson red. She desperately tried to cover her breasts and her pussy while scolding, “Get out of here.”

But Ernest still stood there and stared at her.

Her good figure and fair skin was fully exposed under the light as she was naked now.

A single glance was enough to trigger his sexual desire.

He would not have such a reaction if it was the other woman.

Florence was special for him and she could only be his woman!

Ernest moved his lips and said slowly, “I have to watch you, coz I’m afraid that you’ll run away again.”

There was a touch of seriousness and ferocity in his tone of voice.

It looked like he came here to get even with her.

Florence felt extremely embarrassed. It was not the right time to talk about this! Why didn’t he feel embarrassed?

“Get out now. I need to dress myself.” Florence urged him again.

Ernest chuckled and walked over. He stretched the bath towel, “Why didn’t you negotiate with me when you ran away from my house? Now I don’t necessarily wait for you until you dress yourself.”

Florence was rendered speechless.

She was lost for words and didn’t know how to reply.

Ernest was only several centimeters away from her and his tall figure dwarfed her.

He gently covered the bath towel on her body. It was supposed to be an awkward scene, but he did it so naturally and elegantly.

However, the ambience in the bathroom was so cold and oppressive.

Florence knew did down that he was punishing her in this matter.

She gritted her teeth and squeezed out a sentence from between her teeth, “My bad. But we’re now in Phoebe’s home. Let’s talk about it when I put on my clothes.”

If this continued, Phoebe would probably complain about this to her for many times in the future.

Ernest felt it hard to be tough to her when he saw her embarrassment.

He said in a cold voice, “I don’t mind coming in again if you don’t come out in two minutes.”

After finishing the words, he turned around and left.

When he closed the door of the bathroom, he curled his lips into a sarcastic smile.

When she moved out of his house without even informing him, did she consider about his feelings? But he made concession to her again and again because he valued her feelings very much.

When would she have some understandings of him?

Looking at Ernest’s cold face, Phoebe had an illusion that she was not at her home, but in the Arctic Pole.