My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 324

She didn’t like the way Ernest was distancing from her. It felt like a huge rock was weighing down in her heart, which stiffened the beating of her heart.

However, Florence was clueless as to how to resolve this situation.

Ernest was not entertaining any of her goodwill while maintaining his aloof and cold attitude.

Florence was at a loss, and a frustration was forming in her heart, making her nervous.

In those two days, after breakfast, Florence confirmed that there was nothing that needed her attention in the ward before she left.

However, after finishing her breakfast today, Florence was in a dilemma when she caught a glimpse of Ernest’s chilly face.

She was contemplating to stay behind today to check out what was going on with Ernest. She wouldn’t be able to feel at ease even if she were to leave like this.

At that moment, her phone rang.

Florence checked the display and found that it was from Phoebe. She immediately picked up her call and began the conversation in the small kitchen.

Ernest watched Florence leaving him, which caused his face to tense up even more.

He pressed his lips into a line, which formed a sarcastic curve at the corner of his mouth.

She was even acting so stealthily even though she was just answering calls.

Florence covered her phone and whispered in the kitchen, “Phoebe, what’s up?”

“Florence, why aren’t you here yet? I have been waiting for you in front of the villa for a long time.”

Florence hurriedly checked the time and found that she was way past their promised time.

She suddenly felt a headache, “Have you bought everything?”

“Yes, everything is ready. I am just waiting for you here to decorate the place. Nevertheless, it is not easy to sort these out, and we probably need time to decorate everything.”

Since it was going to take some time, and Ernest was going to come out of the hospital in a few days, Florence figured that she didn’t have much time left.

However, she insisted to work on this on her own. She didn’t want someone else to do it for her.

After a slight pause, she replied, “Phoebe, wait for me for a little longer. I will be there soon.”

After hanging up the phone, Florence emerged from the kitchen.

She noticed the moody expression on the man’s face, which made her hesitate. She began carefully, “I’m going out for a while. I will come back in the afternoon, is that alright?”

“Up to you.”

Ernest replied curtly without even looking at her. He was staring at his book with a solemn expression, as if he had nothing to do with Florence at all.

Florence stood there with a wry expression no her face, her gaze fixed at Ernest for a while. He was just reading his book, nothing more.

There was nothing that commanded her attention here even if she were to stay here anyway.

Moreover, she just had to be gone for a few hours. That wouldn’t be too bad, right?

Florence turned this thought around in her head, and she finally persuaded herself, “Then I’ll take my leave now. If there’s anything, call me. I will return immediately.”

Ernest pressed his lips but he didn’t pay heed to her words.

Florence grew tired of his coldness and with a powerlessness welling up inside her, she hoisted her bag and set out.

At the door, she saw the maids standing by outside and she went ahead to remind them, “Take care of Mr. Hawkins well. If you have any doubts or if you run into any trouble, just ring me.”

“Ms. Fraser, we got you.”

The maids replied politely.

Florence couldn’t let her worries die just yet as she emphasized on Ernest’s habits one more time.

The maids had listened to the same thing for many times and they had long committed them to memory. They just had to be patient and go through this episode this time.

Ernest who was in the ward could catch faint sounds of Florence, and he knew that she was giving out reminders to the maids in such meticulousness which showed that she was even more familiar with his own lifestyle than him.

It felt like she was really concerned about him.

But…

If she was that concerned, why would she leave him with others instead of taking care of him herself? What about her promise to be the one capable of only taking care of him few days ago?

She was a fraud!

Ernest almost destroyed the book in his hands with just his fingers, and there was a flame of anger burning inside him.