My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Chapter 212: Throwing Everything Away

“Give me the room card.” Ernest wasn’t in the mood to listen to her explanation. Without giving her any chance to refuse, he pulled the room card from her hands and swiped on the lock. With a beep, the door was opened. He walked into the suit directly.

His pace was steady and elegant, and he looked quite calm as if he was walking into his own room, extremely unrestrained.

Florence didn’t know what to say. When this man became overbearing again, he even didn’t give her any chance for breathing.

However, he mustn’t stay with her. She was on a business trip together with other coworkers in the company and it was for business. If they knew that Ernest followed her here and stayed with her in the same room, she would feel so ashamed that she’d rather bury herself.

As Florence thought, she took a look at the corridor. After confirming that there were no coworkers around, she hurriedly walked over and closed the door.

Then she said to Ernest, “Well...”

“Florence Fraser, come over,” the man suddenly called her without waiting for her to finish her words.

Whenever he called her full name so seriously, it meant that something bad would happen.

She walked over in a hurry, only to find that he was gazing at the skincare and cosmetic products on the dresser, his eyes extremely dangerous.

In Ernest’s impression, Florence wasn’t so fickle, so the brands that she always stuck to the brands that she always used. Hence, he remembered some of her habits.

However, those bottles and jars on the dresser were quite different from the brand that she always used, and obviously, they were not her style, either.

As a smart man, Ernest turned to look at her and asked, “Were they from your so-called friend Mr. Myron?”

Although he was asking a question, his tone was affirmative.

Florence was embarrassed, wondering why he was so smart.

“Yes, they were.” She dared not to lie.

Ernest’s face turned cold instantly, the air around them almost frozen.

Florence was so frightened that she hurriedly explained, “Please don’t misunderstand. When I first got here, I didn’t bring any necessities. He just offered me a helping hand. He didn’t have other intentions. Really.”

While speaking, Florence felt a sense of guilt.

In the beginning, she didn’t think too much indeed. However, after what Reynold had done that evening, she realized that it was wrong for a woman to accept benefits from a man. It would cause misunderstandings.

She wondered if Ernest had misunderstood either. Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

For Ernest, it was far more than a misunderstanding. He was tortured by a flame called jealousy.

How could his fiancee, his date, use things from another man?

He raised his slender hands and picked up the bottles and jars one after another. Then he tossed them into the garbage can without any hesitation.

Seeing, Florence hurriedly grabbed his wrist. “Mr. Hawkins, what are you doing? Those were bought by money.”

She meant it was indeed a waste of money...

Even if she couldn’t use them, she could give them to others.

Ernest looked up at her, glinting at her with sharpness. “Are you reluctant to those things or to the man who gave you those things?”

Florence felt that he spoke extremely ironically tonight.

She was so scared that she withdrew her hands, having not guts t utter a word.

If he was pissed again, she was afraid that he would...

Ernest finished tossing the last bottle. Casting a glance at her then around the room, he stared at those dresses.

He asked, “And so were those dresses, right?”

Florence didn’t dare to answer.

Those dresses were quite costly. She would feel sorry if they were all dumped. She wondered if she could deny.

However, how could her micro-expression escape from Ernest’s eyes?

His thin lips parted. “I’ll give you three minutes to throw away all the things from him in this room. Otherwise, you can’t blame me for being rude to you.”

This time, he was directly threatening her.

What he would do to be rude to her made Florence panic.

She knew his means. When he was pissed, he wouldn’t have mercy.

Although she still felt sorry, she walked over and packed those dresses. Then she pressed them into the garbage can.

She also dumped other small things in the room.

“Done,” she reported after throwing them all away.

Ernest looked a bit satisfied. His cold face became softened. The next second, his gaze fell on her body.

“What about the one you are wearing?”

Upon hearing it, Florence answered in embarrassment awkwardly, “Yes, it is. But...”

She was so obedient, so she directly admitted it.

Ernest, however, almost had lost his mind after hearing her answer.

She was wearing a tight pretty dress, which showed her slender shape. He couldn’t believe that it was also given by another man. He wondered how many glances the man had taken at her during the whole evening.

At the thought that she was wearing the dress given by that man, sitting in his car, and chatting and laughing, he strode over jealously, grabbed her body, and his big hand fell on the zipper on her back.

He pulled down, and the zipper was open.

“Ah!” Florence was so frightened that her face paled.

Ernest knew that he shouldn’t be so rude, but he couldn’t control himself as he was so jealous and angry.

His thin lips apart, he said clearly, “Florence Fraser, this is the only time. You can’t accept anything from another man in the future. You can accept things given by me only. Understand?”

Florence felt so hard to breathe. She could only nod in a daze.

It was not until then did Ernest suppressed the urge to strip her.

He said in a deep voice, “Go ahead and take a shower. Change your dress.”

He let go of her.

As soon as Florence was free, she trotted into the bathroom while holding the dress.

He was way too horrible and dangerous!

She had known that he was a horrible man, but he had never been like what he was doing tonight before -- he just rudely tore her dress.

The flames in his eyes almost burnt her into ashes.

She wondered why he was so pissed off. Although it was not right for her to accept the dresses and the skincare products, it wasn’t that serious, was it?

Anyway, she had no guts to challenge his authority anymore.

Florence returned to her senses and found that the wall of the bathroom was half-transparent in this hotel. The person outside could see through it completely.

Raising her hand, she patted on her chest -- fortunately, she hadn’t taken off clothes yet. Otherwise, that would be extremely embarrassing.

“Crack.” The door of the bathroom was open.

Ernest looked over, only to find the woman standing at the door awkwardly, looking quite shy.

He frowned. “What’s wrong?”

Florence clenched her hands and squeezed a few words from her throat, “I’ll take a shower. Could you go out for a moment?”

It wasn’t until Ernest had heard her words did he find that the bathroom walls were glasses. He understood immediately.

Pressing his lips, he said, “I’m a gentleman. I won’t peep.”

Florence was almost choked... It was not the problem of whether he would peep or not.

“Well, I know you are a gentleman. I just can’t get used to it.” At the thought of it, Florence felt so embarrassed.

Ernest curled his lips up and said lightly, “You’ve been seen for several times. You should be used to it.”

Upon hearing it, Florence blushed in a panic. She couldn’t find the right word to retort.

How could he say those things so naturally?

Seeing her reddened and nervous face, Ernest felt that she was quite adorable.

Although he wouldn’t peep truly, he still agreed.

“I don’t like waiting for a long time. Ten minutes only.”

After finishing his words, he strode out of the suit.

Florence truly wanted to tell him that ten minutes weren’t enough for a woman to take a shower. However, every single minute of Ernest was quite valuable. How dare she push her luck?

As soon as the door was closed, she immediately walked into the bathroom, closed the door, quickly took off everything, and stood under the showerhead.

The warm water fell, making her feel cozy.

Florence was in a hurry. What if after ten minutes, she still hadn’t finished, but he directly pushed the door open and walked in?