My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 439

Florence sat and waited in her room changing her position time and time again but there was no movement outside her door. No one opened her window.

She frowned, depressed. Why didn’t he come to her?

Did he not have any plans to come to her?

This thought made her feel gloomy and even more flustered. She was full of words she wanted to tell him and she couldn’t wait.

She couldn’t wait for tomorrow.

Florence hesitated for a moment, then stood up decisively, walked to the door and opened it.

Looking outside, there was no one in the dark.

Perfect!

She turned off the light in her room, closed the door and walked towards the opposite door quietly.

When she reached the door, she raised her hand to knock the door but stopped right before her hand touched it.

The knock on the door in the middle of the night was a bit too much.

So, she reached out and twisted the door handle tentatively. Unexpectedly, the door was unlocked and she was able to open it.

The room was brightly lit. Clarence sat in a bathrobe next to the coffee table with a glass of red wine in his hand and beckoned Florence to come in.

“Come.”

His posture was casual and calm, as if he knew that she would come.

And he also had a glass of juice on the table, obviously for her.

Florence felt sweetness spread in her heart and she felt a little embarrassed. He was waiting for her to come over, but why didn’t he come to find her?

Clarence smiled as if he could see through Florence’s thoughts and said in a low voice, “There are many secret eyes watching in this house. If I, a man, snuck into your room in the middle of the night, then it would have caused a commotion in the house in less than a minute.”

At that time, even if he had a hundred mouths, he wouldn’t have been able explain clearly and would have been charged with vulgar criminal charges.

Florence thought about it and it did seem like the truth.

She blushed in embarrassment and walked towards him, “You are very thoughtful.”

As soon as she walked to him, Clarence stretched out his hand and pulled her to sit on his lap.

His fragrance attacked her recklessly.

Florence’s body tensed subconsciously but she obediently let him hold her.

She blushed and looked at him greedily.

“What happened to your face?”

She stretched out her hand and touched his cheek. The features on his face didn’t look like him anymore.

Clarence let her touch as he looked straight at her, nostalgic and affectionate.

“It is just fake skin. It was the only way to come see you.”

It turned out to be fake skin. It looked so real that if it wasn’t for him telling her, she wouldn’t have realized it.

The fake skin even changed his facial features. It was really advance in technology.

Florence was finally able to calm her heart down. If it was fake then it must be removeable. She had even been afraid if he had plastic surgery.

“Ernest.”

Florence stared at him. She called his name in a low voice and choked aggrievedly.

“Hmm?”

Ernest, who held Florence’s face, said softly as he looked at her patiently, “What’s the matter?”

Florence grabbed his clothes, not saying anything. After a while she whispered, “Will you leave again?”

Right now, he came here with Clarence’s identity. Although he was able to meet her, this identity couldn’t last very long after all. She continuously felt very insecure.

Ernest asked instead, “Do you want me to go?”

Florence immediately shook her head and her hands holding his clothes tightened involuntarily.