My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Chapter 711 Attitude of Asking for forgiveness?

Everyone was astounded by Hector's decisions.

Perhaps the Duke was totally crazy.

Florence just found it much more troublesome.

That was to say, she should meet him again in three days.

Nothing was more terrible than that for her.

However, since Ernest didn't want to see Hector again, why did he make such an appointment in three days?

Was it for setting aside more time for other purposes?

What on earth was he planning for?

Such a royal ceremony ended up with astonishment brought by the Duke, which impressed everyone with his sacrifice. Nevertheless, after leaving the ceremony, people were obsessed with it. Thus, the news went viral, which was informed across the whole city. Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

Almost everyone was shocked by the news, finding the Duke ridiculous and incredible.

However, Florence, another one at the center of the affair, was taken back home and also trapped in a negative situation.

Anxious, Florence kept stepping backward in such a small room.

Flustered, she said, "Ernest, calm…calm down, please!"

The room was too small to include his tall figure and impending danger.

He strode to Florence step by step, looking at her indifferently, as if the frozen wind was blowing and engulfing Florence roughly.

He was still furious.

Though she had explained it to him on the ceremony, apparently, it was still hard to dissolve his anger.

Florence sounded fretful, "You should be rational. It was indeed not my fault! I was innocent."

"Innocent?"

His thin lips opened and closed, letting out muffled but dangerous voice.

"It was you who spent several hours with him, weren't you?"

Indeed, it was her.

However, Florence tried to argue for herself, "But I had got to do so."

He moved forward, lowering his voice.

"It was you who held his hand and stepped into the ceremony, weren't you?"

That was her, indeed.

But she argued firmly, "That was because I had NO identity. I should enter under the name of maid. But that really went against my mind."

"Against you mind?"

He stopped his step. His giant figure was like a mountain, standing straight in front of Florence.

"The news now has been circling across the city and everyone knows you will be the wife of Duke. Is it possible to end if you simply say you don't want it?"

His figure hid the light, forming a large shade completely overspreading Florence.

It was dangerous!

Florence was so uneasy, attempting to avoid his eyes, while her heart was pounding like a frightened deer.

The situation shouldn't go on like this.

If he was still angry, she would be bound to suffer from it.

In addition, it was she who provoked the bad news. Ernest was definitely uncomfortable about the situation where the relation between Hector and her was gossiped all around the city.

She felt so guilty, looking at Ernest's dissatisfactory face. Suddenly, she tipped her toes, giving a kiss on his face.

Ernest was stupefied at it.

Her eyes sparkling, she slowly surrounded her arms around his neck.

She rubbed his face with her cheek like a cat, letting out a weak voice.

"Whatever the rumor outside, you could deal with it, couldn't you? I only belong to you and no one will steal me from you."

Her unique aroma suddenly spread across the air.

The intense atmosphere around him was encroached and died down all of a sudden. A heat aroused within him without control.

As his breath went deeper and deeper, he abruptly pressed tight her shoulders.

He lowered his head, glaring straight at her, with intense fire in his eyes.

"Is it your attitude of asking for forgiveness?"

"Yes?"

Bewildered, Florence glued her eyes on him in astonishment.

Not figuring out the meaning, her lips were heavily pressed by his thin lips.

"Umm."

Taken aback, she opened her eyes wide…

The night was deep yet long.

The other day, she slept until the day broke. Hearing the noisy conversation outside, she woke up.

When she opened her eyes, viewing the ceiling decorated with complicated patterns, she startled for a few seconds, realizing that she was now at Andrew's home.

Namely, she maintained a brother-sister relation with Ernest.

It would be a breaking new if she was seen sleeping with him!

Florence was scared of it and became awake, suddenly pushing him beside her, but she found no one.

He was not here?

She trembled, sitting to look towards the room and finding that he hadn't been here for a while, even the bed lost its warmth.

She had a heavy sleep, not knowing when he left.

A bit depressed but fortunate, she thought that the risk of being discovered was away as he left.

At the moment, she also figured out something murmuring outside.

It was a woman's voice, asking loudly, "What bring you here? Who asked you here?"

Who was here?

Puzzled, she heard an answer from a man.

"It was Mr. Hawkins who ordered us here to protect the house."

"To protect the house?"

The woman groaned, but her voice raised up, "Where did you see such a rule? Our house never demanded anyone to look after. Nothing deserves your protection. Leave here, please."

The man said, "It was an order from Mr. Hawkins. We could leave if he permitted us."

The woman felt cross, "I would tell Mr. Hawkins later. You could just follow my order and leave here."

After her words, the man paused, but made no sound of moving at all.

Apparently, these guards didn't leave at all.

The voice was close to her, right outside her window, which made her feel a bit uneasy.

Though she dressed up, but her strap pyjama brought by Ernest couldn't hide away the love bites around the neck and on the shoulders.

If the woman broke in, it would be hard for her to explain where the scars came from.

She should get changed at once.

Fortunately, she didn't need to get her clothes across the whole yard, because Ernest put the clothes at the foot of the bed.