My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Feeling quite confused, Florence asked, “Dad, what’s Stanford busy with?”

Alexander’s hand holding the chopsticks paused, a trace of embarrassment flashing through his eyes.

Pressing his lips, he looked hesitantly. He didn’t answer.

Victoria cast him a glance and answered with a smile, “He’s busy with his business. Although we are isolated from the outworld, we still operate on a lot of businesses in secret. If there’s any bigger issue, your brother needs to take care of it by himself.”

As she spoke, Victoria picked up a piece of eggplant and put it in Florence’s bowl.

“All right, Flory, those things should be left for the men to worry. As women, we should be worry-free. Good girl, go ahead with your breakfast.”

Since Victoria said so, Florence couldn’t insist on questioning.

However, for some reason, she felt quite uneasy.

In the following three days, Ernest didn’t show up in Florence’s room at all.

He was super busy every day. He would only reply to her after receiving her messages for a long while. All his replies were quite short. He had never told her what he was busying with exactly.

Florence held the phone all day long. She couldn’t go out of the villa. She felt more and more wronged.

Tammy brought her a glass of milk in her room, only to find that Florence was sitting in front of the window in a daze. She gazed at the darkness outside it without a blink.

“Little Miss,” Tammy called her gently.

She walked to Florence. “It’s already ten. I don’t think Mr. Hawkins would come here tonight. You should go to bed now. Please don’t sit here. The wind is so strong.”

Florence sat stiffly, shaking her head weakly.

“I felt a bit hot, so I want to be cooled down by the wind. Tammy, you can go to bed now.”

She didn’t have any other things to do now. She could only sit by the window, persistently expecting Ernest who would probably appear.

Since it was this late, basically he would never show up again tonight.

Tammy heaved a sigh. She stared at Florence with complicated feelings in her eyes for a long while.

After hesitating for a while, she whispered, “Little Miss, do you think if Mr. Hawkins had given up?”

Florence was taken aback.

Tammy added, “As far as I know, Mr. Hawkins is one of the Turner family, which has more complicated relationships and interests. Although they always appoint one successor, all of them are quite ambitious. Their internal competition is quite fierce.

from Benjamin Turner directly. Mr. Hawkins must have encountered

Fraser family. The Turner family must have put a lot

difficulties, but she had never expected that he would

dared not to imagine how he had gone through the

many difficulties was he

carefully studied Florence’s expression that was slightly changed. She thought that her words might have convinced

continued, “In such a pressure, anyone would choose to give up,

They are fond of the novelty. Mr. Hawkins has been after you all the time probably it’s just because of his persistence. For a superior

goal,

persistence and under such pressure, it was quite natural for him to

some reason, she found it difficult to breathe as if something was

slightly pale face, she stubbornly shook her

way. Ernest isn’t that kind of

kind of man as well. However, judging from his

a low voice. Her words were full of care

pressed her lips

believe that Ernest would be that kind of man.

gradually decreased his contact with her. He even seemed quite

still felt uneasy and panicked. She

by the window until eleven

“Ding-dong.”

tone for

her phone and saw a message

a message suddenly, asking

greet her in the morning and at night on time. During other times, he would only

that made her extremely happy now upset

to go to be, he would keep silent for a

what on

could understand him and didn’t want to interrupt him. After receiving his “goodnight”, she would also

however, she felt

her cell phone and sent him a message:

the ringing tone. It was

the incoming call, Florence

first phone call from him in the past

to answer. Suppressing the joy in her voice, she

“Why can’t you sleep?”

was pretty low, sounding a