My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

The distance between the two of them rapidly closed in, and as she felt the scent of a man’s intruding into her nose, Florence instinctively wanted to take a step back. However, she was grabbed by Ernest.

With a tug of his wrist, her body lurched forward into his arms.

The close proximity between them made her heart shudder.

Florence blushed while trying to push him away, “Wh…What are you doing?”

“Florence, answer my question.”

Ernest stared squarely into her eyes and asked in his hoarse voice.

His handsome face was just inches away, and when he spoke, it felt like his thin lips were going to get into contact with her skin.

Florence’s brain was a mess at the moment.

“We… we are just fiancé and fiancée…”

“You are still aware that I am your fiancé?”

Ernest interrupted her and his gaze which was fixated on her was very dark and offensive.

Florence was stunned for a moment and suddenly understood the reason Ernest was being so upset.

She was his fiancée now, so although she was pretending to be someone else’s girlfriend, it would still hurt his reputation.

Florence began apologetically, “Sorry, I promise that I won’t repeat this kind of thing again. I will make sure to abide by a fiancée’s behaviour.”

Upon hearing that, the corner of Ernest’s lips raised slightly. It seemed that this was a satisfactory answer for him.

He spoke in his bass voice meaningfully, “Remember what you have just said. Fulfil your duty as a fiancée well.”

In Florence’s eyes, to fulfil a fiancée’s duty meant to put on an act together with Ernest in this one month as they faced all types of friends and relatives.

This was what she had to do, and she didn’t think much about it at that time. However, what happened next made her want to snatch back her words dearly.

After the banquet had ended, Florence removed her evening dress and accessories and placed them neatly in a bag.

She was a designer, so naturally she had good eyes for the value of these things. This evening dress was a luxurious item worth a few million yuan, so of course she had to return them.

It was a weekend today, and early in the morning, she made a call to Ernest.

This was Ernest’s private number, so in no time, her called was answered.

Florence began politely, “Mr. Hawkins, are you at home now?”

“Yes.”

plan to return the evening dress I have worn yesterday

at the other end, then Ernest’s sexy and magnetic

“Alright.”

to head to the villa area

Florence could only get off at the entrance

were to traverse this area on feet, it would take

let Ernest wait for too long. With the bag of clothes in hand, she was about to break into a jog to head to

a security

“Miss, are you Florence.”

at the security guard

thing is, Mr. Hawkins has arranged for us to send you to his villa by

pointed at a

thought that Ernest would be so

she said her thanks

villa, and then he slowly drove off

to the front of the villa and as she laid eyes on the lock on the gate images from that night came back to her. Ernest had pulled on her fingers to get her fingerprint recorded on this

this place by

strange feeling spreading within her, Florence still decided to press the doorbell out of respect

“Ding dong.”

“Ding dong.”

The bell rang for some time, yet nobody was there to open

that Ernest

not

spot while feeling a little distressed. After thinking

of the villa, Florence sneaked a

was huge, bright and luxurious, but there

but to venture deeper into the villa

the

voice came from the

time it was a rush and everything was a blur. She had no chance to take a good look at this place, so she didn’t know that

garden was trimmed immaculately, and it looked like a private and

vibe compared to when he was dressed

standing in front of a row of grass, and he seemed to be looking

and out of politeness, she explained, “I have pressed the doorbell just now but you didn’t respond. I thought

the machine, that means you can

glanced at Florence through the corner of his eyes and his tone

slightly stunned. She was

hand to Ernest, “This is yesterday’s evening gown. Let me return

dress with a look that indicated he wasn’t interested

to give this dress to Florence since she had worn it, but he was too lazy to