My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Chapter 110: Her Image Would Be Ruined

Harold quickened his pace and he was just inches in front of Ernest.

He approached his target fast but when he took a good look, he didn’t see anybody sitting opposite Phoebe.

Where was Florence?

He was confused now as he was overcome with stupor.

He originally planned to create a coincidental meeting with Florence here by greeting her and sitting around the same table as her. However, she was nowhere to be seen, so how could he follow his original plan now?

Seeing that Harold was hesitating about something, Ernest urged him impatiently, “Make a move.”

Harold was stuck in a dilemma. If he had just moved forward like this, all of his arrangements would go to vain.

With Florence nowhere to be seen, should he sit together with Phoebe first?

As he was mulling over his options, at the same time, he saw Florence and Cooper coming from the direction of the washroom.

He was ecstatic and just as he was about to greet Florence, he suddenly saw Florence lose her balance. She started to fall, but Cooper who was beside her immediately stopped her from stumbling over.

It looked like the two of them were locked in a hug.

Harold twitched the corner of his mouth as he couldn’t let Ernest witness this scene. It would be better if he were to greet her later on.

“I think I remember things wrongly just now. Our suite seems to be in that direction.”

Harold immediately pointed in the opposite direction.

Ernest initially was just going to change directions without thinking, but with a casual glance, he somehow caught a glimpse of Florence.

His icy cold eyes suddenly froze.

What he saw was Florence being hugged by Cooper.

Harold felt that his head was going to explode with pain, “Hey, Florence looks like she has fallen down, luckily there is a guy there to lend a helping hand. Let’s go check whether she is hurt now.”

He said this casually in an attempt to lure Ernest over there.

However, he saw that Ernest was rooted to the spot, and his gaze was fixated on Florence and Cooper with a frozen expression on his face.

It felt like the surrounding air had cooled down significantly.

After a while, he turned around and walked towards the outside. His steps were heavy and steady, and his back looked somehow distant and emotionless.

“Ernest, where are you going?”

Harold immediately followed him, and as he took in Ernest’s cold back, he suddenly felt very guilty. Did he just create a mess although he had kind intentions?

He would never have imagined that he would stumble upon Florence falling over, and to make things worse, Ernest had to see with his own eyes that she was being hugged by another man.

“Please don’t misunderstand, I really saw with my own eyes that Florence has fallen down just now…”

“Shut up.”

Ernest barked with a voice that was without emotion.

There was a flame of anger in his chest which couldn’t seem to be put out. Florence had rejected him without second thought, yet she was seen eating supper with Cooper, and she seemed very happy too.

Was he nothing at all in her heart?

“Go to Bread One Restaurant.”

In the car, Ernest ordered coldly.

Harold was able to grasp those few words as soon as he got into the car, so he immediately got into action, “Alright, alright. We are heading there now.”

Bread One Restaurant was a high-class entertainment club, and it was a paradise for entertainment. It was a prime spot for enjoyment and drinking alcohol.

Florence never knew that Ernest had dropped by just now. After accidentally falling down, she immediately got out of Cooper’s embrace.

She thanked him politely, “Thank you.”

“Is your leg hurt?” Cooper asked with concern.

“It’s fine.”

Florence shook her head. Her ankle was indeed a little painful, but due to Cooper’s confession tonight, she instinctively didn’t want him to learn more about it, fearing that he would do extra things for her.

She endured the pain in her ankle while pretending to be fine as she moved towards her table.

“Phoebe, have you finished your meal?”

“Yes, I am waiting for you guys.”

Phoebe picked up her bag and the moment she stood up, Florence came over and hooked her arm around Phoebe’s intimately. She also took this chance to lean some of her weight on Phoebe’s body to soothe the discomfort in her leg.

“Why are you so fatigued while you have just gone to the washroom?”

Phoebe raised her brows, and she was casting an ambiguous glance on Cooper and Florence.

Florence replied with disdain, “Phoebe, your mind is getting more and more polluted. Can you preserve your image as a girl in front of men?”

Phoebe had a mischievous look on her face, “Florence, you know what is in my mind in an instant. Are you saying that you are able to preserve your image in front of men?”

Florence was rendered speechless as her cheeks blushed slightly.

Cooper looked at the two of them with a smile on his face. His mellow voice sounded exceptionally pleasing to the ears, “Don’t worry. Flory is never a girly person in my heart.”

Florence couldn’t find any words as she recognized with fear that she might not have any image anymore.

After leaving the supper shop, Florence went back to her home.

While being alone, her mind wandered to the moment at Ernest’s house, the moment Ernest was kneeling with one knee on the ground and proposing to her, imploring her to marry him.

She felt moved while she thought about the possibility. How good it would be if this was real! It was very likely that she would have accepted the proposal.

“Sigh.”

After letting out a sigh, Florence buried her face dejectedly in her blanket. She shouldn’t wish for something she didn’t deserve.

In a VVIP suite in Bread One Restaurant.

At the moment, all kinds of alcohol bottles were scattered on a table, and there were countless empty ones too.

With a loud bang, Ernest hurled an emptied one away as he took another bottle of wine.

He was half-leaning on a sofa and there was a vague and misty look in his eyes. His handsome face was now without any expression.

His huge hand was clasping a box of dice, and he was shaking it violently.

“Come again!”

The other young masters who were around him exchanged glances amongst themselves. They were all very anxious and worried.

As they played this dice game tonight, they didn’t expect Ernest who always looked cool to join voluntarily. However, he lost almost every game, and as punishment he had to down his cup.

He was obviously not here to have fun; He just wanted to find a reason to drink.

“Harold, Ernest has been drinking too much. He looks like he’s drunk now. I think you should persuade him not to drink anymore.” Someone suggested worriedly.

Harold shrugged and replied, “I don’t think I’m capable of doing that.”

“Why are you standing there? Let’s do it.”

Ernest urged impatiently, and he was exuding a dangerous vibe.

A few of them inched backwards, fearing that they would become the target of Ernest’s wrath. This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

They continued to play the dice game with Ernest who could never win.

After some passage of time, the table was littered with empty wine bottles. It was hard to even count at the moment.

Despite that, this was the first time these young masters could still stay sober after so long.

This was because Ernest was the one drinking most of the alcohol there.

He leaned against the sofa with his eyes half-closed, looking like he had seemingly sunken deep into the vestiges of his subconscious.

Harold let out a sigh and put down the dice.

“Let’s call it a day.”

He walked towards Ernest in an attempt to help him up, but as soon as he touched him, his hand was swatted away by Ernest.

“Get lost.”

Ernest continued to have his eyes shut but he was able to speak those words with utter coldness and conviction.

Harold froze for a moment before trying to convince him, “Ernest, it’s Harold here. I’m going to send you home now.”

Ernest pressed his lips into a line without giving him a reply.

Harold tried to help Ernest to his feet again, but this time, Ernest landed a kick on him mercilessly.

This caused Harold to crash to the floor butt-first.