My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Chapter 190: The Truth

Cooper watched Florence be carried away. He creased his brows deeply. Carefully, he noticed Florence’s struggle and the unhappiness on her face.

Obviously, she was unwilling to be treated in this way.

How could he be willing to let her be taken away by Ernest forcibly?

Cooper pulled a long face. He was about to chase after them. After a few steps, Timothy blocked his way.

“Mr. Scott, Ms. Fraser is Mr.s Hawkins’ fiancee. Please keep your distance with her.”

“Move!” Cooper snapped in a deep voice, emanating a noble and august aura, totally different from his sunny and casual look usually.

Timothy had been working for Ernest, so he had been used to the strong temperament. He was not frightened by Cooper at all.

He still added seriously, “Mr. Scott, please mind your identity. Besides, Mr. Hawkins and Ms. Fraser are couple-to-be. They want to get along with each other alone. Please don’t be the third wheel.”

The third wheel?

Cooper was taken aback for a moment. He knew the relationship between Florence and Ernest clearly, which was fake. Hence, he had a plan to chase Florence.

Frowning, he heard Timothy continue. Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Just now, Ms. Fraser took the initiative to stand in front of you, she didn’t want you to get involved in the matter between Mr. Hawkins and her. Mr. Scott, you are quite smart. I believe you should know it.”

Cooper’s tall and strong figure stiffed. He frowned more deeply.

Based on his social status, he didn’t need to fear Ernest. However, when he was arguing with Ernest just now, Florence stood in front of him protectively.

Was she unwilling to let him get involved in their relationship? Or was she worried that Ernest would revenge on him?

No matter what the answer was, Florence deliberately pushed him away.

Even though she was unwilling to be carried away by Ernest, she didn’t ask him for help.

Cooper felt so depressed as if there was a heavy stone pressing on his heart. From afar, he watched Ernest carry Florence away, but he couldn’t move forward at all.

Under everyone’s gaze, Ernest carried Florence to the lounge area next to the banquet hall.

He put her on the sofa, his tall and strong body pressing on her.

His breath was so close to her, and they were closer to each other.

Florence’s heart suddenly jumped to her throat. She looked at him warily, feeling so flustered.

Now they were still in public. So many people were staring at them. She wondered what on earth Ernest was doing.

“Mr. Hawkins, you... Stop getting so close to me!”

She reached out, trying to push him farther.

However, his tall and strong body was like a motionless mountain. She didn’t push him a bit.

Ernest glinted at Florence, his eyes deep and dangerous.

“Are you feeling better?”

Florence didn’t understand.

She was confused for a moment. Then she came back to her senses. It turned out he was asking about the matter that she wasn’t feeling well.

But those were just words of anger.

Florence was in a panic because she was so close to Ernest. Nodding, she said, “Much better.”

“That’s good, then.”

Amusement flashed through Ernest. Then he withdrew his body.

The shadow vanished, and the bright lights shone on Florence. She breathed a sigh of relief as if a person finally got her freedom.

However, before she could enjoy the freedom and relaxation longer, she felt the sofa beside her was sinking.

She turned around and looked over in surprise, only to see that Ernest was sitting on the sofa casually. He reached his arms, trying to hold her.

They were still in the banquet hall, under so many gazes of the guests. How could Ernest be so leisure as if he was in his own house?

It would be so embarrassing to hug and hold each other. Besides, his Gemma was still here.

Florence immediately moved aside, distancing herself from Ernest.

Looking at him, she didn’t hide the intention to drive him away.

“Mr. Hawkins, you are the birthday man. A lot of people are waiting for you. You shouldn’t have sat down here.”

“I’ll keep you company.”

Ernest’s tone was natural and calm, sounding so naturally.

Florence was in a daze. He said he would keep her company. She wondered if he was waiting for her to get better so that she could propose toasts with him.

Hadn’t he already had Gemma? Why must he take her together? Wouldn’t he feel embarrassed in such a two-woman-and-a-man formation?

At the thought of it, Florence felt disgusted, unwilling to accept it.

“Although I’m your nominal fiancee, there are no rules that the fiancee must be your date when attending a banquet. It’s good for Gemma Marlon to be your date. She’s pretty and good at drinking, quite a good date for you. Please take me as if I didn’t show up tonight. Nobody would have the guts to discuss it.”

Florence looked solemn and her words were quite serious. However, Ernest sensed something jealous inside.

He frowned slightly, happiness appearing on his tightly pressed lips.

He said in a deep voice, “She’s not my date.”

Hearing his affirmative answer, Florence felt the rage surging in her heart.

She had seen it with her own eyes, but how come he could still shameless lie?

Florence gritted her teeth. “I’m not blind.”

“Seeing is not believing sometimes,” Ernest retorted her.

He had never explained anything to anyone else, but right at this moment, he had become an extremely patient person that he had never been before.

“Just now, Gemma Marlon was standing beside me. She only handed me two glasses of wine. She’s not my date tonight.”

Ernest’s tone was steady, with slight affection.

“If you don’t like it, I wouldn’t allow her to stand by me in the future.”

His words could be a promise from a man.

Florence was startled, gaping at Ernest in disbelief.

Her lips parted and she uttered a few words in a light tone, “Are you lying to me?”

“I’ve never lied. I won’t lie to you.”

Every word sounded so domineering and affirmative.

Florence couldn’t suspect.

She was more shocked. She had been along with him for a long time, and of course, she knew Ernest’s personality. With such a high social status, he would always disdain to lie.

Let alone such a low-level lie.

Florence’s mind was in a mess.

She had finally asked the question that she wanted to ask so many times, “Isn’t Gemma Marlon your girlfriend? How could you have the heart to treat her in this way?”

Ernest was a little bit taken aback, looking at Florence in surprise.

With a frown, he asked, “How can you mistake her for my girlfriend?”

“You are originally...”

“Nope!” Ernest denied directly.

Staring at Florence, he said in a firm tone together with some depression, “We’re just friends.”

Florence gaped at Ernest, completely out of words.

The question that had been wandering in her heart for such a long time finally was answered at this moment.

It turned out that the relationship between Ernest and Gemma was not that kind of relationship. Ernest was not Gemma’s boyfriend at all.

That meant that since the first time Gemma met her, she lied to her.

All the time, Gemma had been lying to her.