My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 385

The black Lamborghini stopped steadily next to the jet. When the door of the car opened, a polished leather shoe stepped on the ground first.

Above it, Florence saw the straight long leg, the master of which was in a neatly tailored suit. He has wide shoulders and looked quite elegant, domineering. The outline of his chin was cold and resolute, and his features were exquisite. He was so handsome that he could make others remember him as soon as seeing his face.

Florence gaped at the man who just got off the car. It was the fact that she could never forget all her life.

Ernest!

How could he chase after her to the airport?

She wondered what on earth he wanted.

Florence’s heart couldn’t help hammering as if the restless rabbit was about to pop out from her chest.

Ernest got off the car and looked up. His sharp gaze fell on the small window of the jet, behind which was Florence’s face.

Their eyes met. In an instant, it seemed that the time stopped.

Florence even stopped her breath.

She was so panicked that she didn’t know what to do. Immediately, she looked away to dodge his gaze. When she was looking away, her sight was fully blocked.

Stanford was standing in front of Ernest, blocking Ernest’s gaze.

From Florence’s angle, she could only see her brother’s back without seeing Ernest’s expression.

Her heart jumped into her throat. She also seemed to feel relaxed as well as a bit disappointed. She wanted to do something but she couldn’t do anything in a panic.

Right then, she didn’t know how to face Ernest, so she had to escape from him in such a hurry and an embarrassment.

His sight was blocked. Ernest frowned slightly, looking deeply at the man in front.

Stanford Fraser.

As soon as Florence had gone away from City N, Ernest had found all information about this man. After he had gone back to the Turner family, he got more information about Stanford and read through all of them.

Stanford looked like a gentleman on the surface but he was quite heartless and mean.

This time, Ernest couldn’t find Florence at all, which was all because of Stanford.

If it were someone else who had the guts to play tricks in this way, Ernest would have slaughtered him and cut him into pieces. However, Stanford was Florence’s biological brother, Ernest’s future brother-in-law.

Ernest decided not to treat him rudely.

“Hi, Mr. Fraser. I want to talk to Florence. Please give me some time,” Ernest said gentlemanly. Although he was requesting, he sounded so aggressive that he wouldn’t accept any rejection.

Stanford looked at Ernest with the unconcealed cold and hostility.

He had his arms across on his chest and said with a snort, “If not mistaken, Mr. Hawkins, when you were in City N, Flory and you have broken up, haven’t you? Since you’ve broken up, it’s better not to meet each other again.”

“It was a misunderstanding in City N. I can explain to her in person,” Ernest explained with his rare patience.

Timothy was standing next to them, straightened. With a sigh, he thought to himself, ‘Mr. Hawkins is always so arrogant and proud. When has he be so patient and made explanations to others before?

‘But now for Florence, his rock bottom is changed again and again.’

Timothy wondered if this change was a fortune or misfortune for Mr. Hawkins.

However, Stanford wasn’t moved. He stood motionlessly, emanating an aggressive temperament, his eyes full of coldness and disgust.

He said, stressing each syllable, “She doesn’t want to see you.”