My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Chapter 289: Ernest Came to Find Florence

Ernest didn’t reply them. He stood to his feet with a cold face and headed towards the outside.

He didn’t feel good in this room because he felt it stuffy and oppressed.

“Ernest, where’re you going?”

When seeing Ernest walking out of the room without saying anything, Harold hurriedly asked him. But Ernest was so indifferent and he ignored him again.

Harold couldn’t help but shake his head, “Tsk, what a temper.”

Anthony knitted his brows, “He left by himself. Did you call Timothy to pick him up?”

“I’ve already called him since I knew that Ernest would leave abruptly because he was not in a good mood.”

Harold shrugged his shoulders and lay back to the sofa. He was so curious about what had happened between Ernest and Florence.

Mr. Hawkins, who had always been composed and elegant, was so annoyed that he even threw a temper.

Ernest walked out of the club with coldness written all over his face. Timothy drove a Lamborghini here and stopped in front of him.

“Sir, please.” Timothy got off the car and then opened the door for Ernest.

Ernest took a glance at him. He didn’t say anything and got on the car. He didn’t care why Timothy was here after getting off his work.

Timothy stole a glance at Ernest, who was sitting on the back seat with a cold face and a smell of alcohol, feeling a bit confused.

Nothing went wrong when he got off his work. Why did Mr. Hawkins go out to buy drink after coming back home?

Although he was bewildered, he didn’t dare to ask Ernest about this. He stepped on the accelerator and headed towards Ernest’s villa.

The car was prevailed by an oppressed ambience all the way.

Ernest still looked noble, but he was exuding an extremely cold aura.

Hence, Timothy was nervous when he was driving the car.

It was a great torture to him even if the trip simply took twenty minutes.

When the car stopped in front of the villa, Timothy got off the car and gingerly opened the door, “Mr. Hawkins, we’ve arrived.”

He said carefully because he was afraid that he would anger Ernest unknowingly.

Ernest replied with an indifferent nasal sound. When he was about to get off the car, he looked out of the window and found that they were in Senna International Villa Community.

He forgot to tell Timothy that he would not come back to this villa just now.

This was not his rigorous style of dealing with things.

Looking at the villa and thinking of the woman inside, Ernest became more fretful.

He had never been so annoyed by anything or any person!

Ernest’s expressions turned gloomier when he thought of this. He pressed his thin lips together and then ordered, “Go to the hotel.”

Timothy was stunned. Why didn’t Mr. Hawkins come back to the villa? But Miss Fraser was living there. How came that… Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

Could this because of Miss Fraser?

Although Timothy had many question in mind, he didn’t dare to say them out. Timothy reverently closed the door and then got on the car again. He started the car and was ready to leave.

“Never mind. I will get off here.” Right at this moment, a cold voice sounded from the back seat.

Timothy was confused by the sudden change of Ernest’s mind.

Oh my dear Mr. Hawkins, what was wrong with you?

Originally, Ernest didn’t intend to come into the villa, after all, he said to Florence that he would move out before. Moreover, he didn’t want to see her at present.

But his mind was occupied by a thought and he didn’t want to leave like this.

This shouldn’t be the way for them to get along with each other.

With such a thought in his mind, Ernest opened the door and walked into the house.

The moment he stepped into the house, he knitted his black brows tightly.

There were only several pairs of men’s leather shoes on the shoe rack in the hallway and the women’s shoes that were originally placed on the shoe rack all disappeared.

Ernest looked over and found that the bags that were originally hung on the wall hanging also disappeared.

He knitted his brows and changed into a pair of slippers and then headed towards upstairs.

The door was not closed and the room was dark.

Ernest walked into the bedroom and turned on the light, only to find an empty bedroom.

Where was Florence?

The dressing table, which was originally perched with skin care products, was empty and clean.

Ernest then walked into the cloakroom and the bathroom, only to find the same scene.

All the things of that woman had been taken away.

Ernest finally realized that Florence still chose to move out of his house after his leaving.

Moreover, she took away all of her belongings.

Did she resist being with him so much?

Ernest felt a gush of anger burning in his chest and it was rushing upwards.

He produced his phone and unlocked the screen and then called Florence.

“Sorry, the number you dialed is power off, please try it later.” The official reminder of the customer service sounded from the phone.

“Holy shit!” Ernest couldn’t help but curse. He then made a phone call to Timothy.

“Mr. Hawkins.” Timothy’s nervous voice sounded from the other end of the phone.

As a matter of fact, Timothy hadn’t left the community. After all, his boss Ernest was in a terribly poor mood tonight and Timothy thought that he had to wait for his order here.

It looked like that he had made a wise decision.

Ernest didn’t beat around the bush and gave a concise order, “Find out Florence’s whereabouts in five minutes.”

Miss Fraser was not in the villa?

Timothy was stunned again. He simply came back to have a sleep after getting off work, but it seemed like a big event had happened?

He didn’t dare to waste a single minute and replied respectfully, “Roger, sir.”

After hanging up the call, he immediately called his man. He had a hunch that if he failed to find out Florence’s whereabouts or exceeded the time limit, Ernest would give him a tough punishment.

Ernest ended the call and walked downstairs.

When seeing that the car was still parked at the entrance, he walked over, opened the door and got on the car.

It was only a minute after he gave the order, but he now asked in a cold voice, “Have you found it out?”

His tone of voice was icy cold.

Timothy shivered and replied nervously, “Soon.”

He felt a gush of tremendous grievance in his heart.

He gave him a time limit of five minutes, but only one minute had passed, he asked him for the result.

Coldness was written all over on Ernest’s face and he didn’t say anything again. However, his aura was horribly cold.

Timothy held his phone tightly and began to tremble. He kept praying that he could get the news of Florence as soon as possible.

He really felt breathless.

“You haven’t got the result?” Ernest’s cold and stern voice sounded.

Timothy felt being clutched by a gush of coldness on his back. He didn’t dare to reply, but he had to. Timothy nodded his head.

Ernest’s face became more hideous. He scolded, “A group of useless men! You guys are getting more and more inefficient! What’s the necessity for me to employ you?”

He gave them a time limit of five minutes, but did it mean that they had to give him the result after five minutes?

Timothy almost shed tears. Luckily, right at this moment, he received a message from his men.

It was like a magical medicine for him. He immediately reported to Ernest, “Mr. Hawkins, my men found out that Miss Fraser is now living in Miss Jenkins’ home.”

Ernest’s expression became gloomier when he heard the words.

It was late in night, but she still refused to stay in his home and chose to come to Phoebe’s home.

“Go there.” Ernest gave the order in a cold voice.

“Okay.” Timothy immediately started the car and drove it in the highest speed towards the address of the message.

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After arriving at Phoebe’s home, Florence put away her luggage and took out her pajamas. She then had a shower.

Phoebe didn’t ask her any question because she knew that Florence was in a bad mood now. She lay on the sofa played with a tablet PC.

But apparently, she was absent-minded.

Although she felt delighted to live with Florence because they could have chitchats about clothes, skin care products and hunks, but she didn’t wish it to happen under such a circumstance.

If Florence really broke up with Ernest, she would be so upset now.

Phoebe felt distressed for Florence.

Oh gosh, she was really worried.

“Knock, knock.”

Right at this moment, someone seemed to be knocking at the door.

Phoebe frowned and guessed who would come to find her late at night, yet in the end, she couldn’t find a suspect.

Could it be that the one outside had some bad intentions?

Phoebe put down her tablet PC and walked towards the door carefully. She walked on tiptoe and looked out of the door through the peephole.

She was freaked out when she saw the man outside.

The one knocking at the door was Ernest!