My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Chapter 221: Deliberately Targeting

“You’ve mistaken, Mister. I’m single and available for the time being. I don’t have a girlfriend yet.”

As he spoke, Reynold couldn’t help but glance at Florence. He emphasized “for the time being” inwardly.

Florence also echoed immediately, “It was indeed a misunderstanding. It doesn’t mind. It’s getting late. Shall we go in and take a look?”

“Don’t run so fast. You look like you feel guilty.”

Ernest reached out and grabbed Florence. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pulled her closer to him forcibly. They were face-to-face, almost clinging to each other.

If he slightly lowered his head, he would be able to kiss her.

Their postures were quite ambiguous.

Florence blushed in embarrassment. There were still others watching. She couldn’t understand why Ernest could behave in such an embarrassing way.

She was so eager to break free from his grip. “Mr. Hawkins, please let go of me. We can talk in peace.”

“Talking in peace? Will you behave yourself?” Ernest spoke, stressing each syllable. When he was speaking, almost all the hot breath he inhaled went on Florence’s face, ambiguous and seductive.

The strength that his arms wrapping her waist kept increasing. His embrace was so tight that Florence could only cling to him, almost melting in his body.

They almost became one.

Florence blushed while her heart hammered. With a blank mind, she nodded in a panic.

“I’ll behave myself. I’m always obedient.”

‘Obedient?’ Ernest reechoed her answer inwardly.

If she was truly obedient, how could she come to City N without informing him? In two or three days, she could pester a man who she just got to know.

If she were obedient, there wouldn’t be any disobedient woman in this world.

Ernest gazed at Florence, but he didn’t call her bluff.

He lowered his head, and his sexy thin lips kissed her on her forehead gently.

He said in a deep and charming voice, “I like your obedience.”

As if she was struck by the electricity, Florence felt her whole body weak and numb. Her face was so red that it looked as if it would bleed.

She wondered how this man could be so seductive, just like an evildoer.

Besides, the other two men were watching them.

The mid-aged shop owner gaped at them, standing aside. Suddenly he felt so fed up while watching the two do PDA.

Reynold felt more upset. Clenching his fists, he tried hard to suppress his desire to vent his anger.

He reminded himself to remain gentle and calm.

Then, with a cold look, he turned around and walked into the studio. He didn’t wait for anyone.

The mid-aged shop owner looked at Reynold’s receding figure, and he could feel that Reynold was furious, lonely, and defeated. NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

He guessed that it might be because Reynold was feeling sad as a single man.

The mid-aged shop owner pitied Reynold.

Then he cleared his throat and said to Ernest and Florence politely, “This way, please.”

Florence followed Ernest in with a blushed face. She kept her head low, feeling too embarrassed to look at others.

Ernest held her in his arms, looking quite delighted.

Reynold was standing in front of a design when they walked in. As soon as he saw them coming in, he looked more annoyed.

Staring at Ernest, he said, “Mr. Hawkins, those were all design works. I’ll also teach Florence some professional things. You can’t understand those designs or my lecture. I guess you would feel quite bored. I’ve asked someone to prepare the coffee for you in the lounge. Would you like to sit there and wait for us, please?”

As he said, Reynold pointed at the lounge not far from where they were standing.

The decoration in the lounge was quite unsophisticated with a good environment. A young waitress was putting down a cup of coffee and some deserts on the tea-table.

Everything was ready.

For an ordinary person, he wouldn’t reject other’s kindness in such a circumstance.

However, Ernest didn’t care at all. He looked at Florence coldly.

Then he said something in a calm voice, which almost pissed Florence off, “I drink the coffee only made by Florence.”

What he implied that he disliked that coffee deliberately made by him.

While he was speaking, the implication in his words also told Reynold that Ernest disliked him.

Reynold suddenly felt a pang in his chest.

He wondered if Ernest said it on purpose. Was he showing off that Florence would make him coffee? What was so great about it? Reynold believed that the relationship between Florence and him was getting better. Probably Florence would also make coffee for him in the future.

Reynold couldn’t do anything. Although he didn’t like Ernest, he had to allow Ernest to follow them.

Reynold was quite serious about his work. He started to introduce the designs to Florence and gave her a lecturer.

Naturally, Florence was standing by Reynold’s side. When they were looking at something together, they both would approach it, so they would get closer to each other.

Ernest was standing next to them. Looking at the two who were so close to each other, he looked more and more annoyed.

“I’m also interested in this part. Mr. Myron, could you tell me more about it as well?” said Ernest.

Then he walked over and stood between Reynold and Florence.

Florence had to take a few steps back to leave Ernest some space.

She looked at Ernest in confusion, wondering since when he had become so interested in design.

Reynold could see that the distance between Florence and him that had been shortened by Florence by accident became longer because of Ernest.

He was quite certain that Ernest had done it intentionally.

With a long face, Reynold continued to introduce the design. However, he didn’t look so friendly or enthusiastic as he was just now.

Originally, he was teaching Florence mainly. With Ernest, who looked quite interested and focused, Florence looked as if she was just watching them.

Finally, the schedule of the morning was completed.

Although Florence had learned a lot, she always felt that the atmosphere among them was quite weird. She felt not so relaxed for the whole morning.

Now it was noon, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

Reynold was a local, so he took the initiative to take them to a high-end restaurant.

It seemed that he was a patron there. When he walked in, the waiters and waitresses greeted him with smiles.

“Hi, Mr. Myron, here you came. Do you still want to sit in your regular seat?”

“Sure,” Reynold answered.

Since he didn’t want to see Ernest holding Florence in his arms, he walked in first.

He felt that he shouldn’t have come out for the field trip today. For the whole morning, he had to watch them demonstrate their affections. The key point was that he felt extremely unhappy when watching it.

He felt as if a kitten was scratching his heart. For countless times, he wanted to separate Florence from Ernest.

As Reynold was a patron in this restaurant, his regular seat was the best one in it.

It was an independent booth next to the window in a quiet place.

There were two booths next to the table. After Reynold took his seat, Ernest and Florence sat down opposite him.

Looking at the man standing in front, Reynold couldn’t help but twitch his mouth corners.

He indeed realized that the person he wanted to see the least should be Ernest, nobody else.

After sitting down, Reynold passed the menu to Florence gentlemanly.

“Florence, order some food you like. All the dishes under the chef’s specials are good.”

“Okay.”

Florence reached out and was about to take the menu, but a hand appeared next to her and snatched it from her hands.

Ernest took a glance at the menu.

Then he concluded, “You won’t like those chef’s specials.”

Reynold stiffened again. He believed that Ernest was deliberately targeting him.

If it weren’t for Ernest’s identity, Reynold indeed wanted to roll up his sleeves and fought with Ernest. Ernest was so hateful!