My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Chapter 112: Learned a New Tactic to Pick Up Girls

She kept her temper and said, “You can just close your eyes and follow me.”

Her remark had seemed to further inflame Ernest’s fury as he glared at her as though she was a malefactor whom had caused immense destruction, “What a heartless woman!”

Florence felt dejected while he rebuked her again as she could not comprehend in what way had she provoked him when she had come all the way here to send him back home out of goodwill, but all he did in return was just spitting out spiteful remarks at her.

She decided to let it go and disregard his action and words as a drunkard, hence she repeated, “I’ll send you back.”

She exerted all her strength to try to pull him to leave the room again, but he abruptly withdrew his arm on her shoulder while scowling in an upset and dull tone, “I don’t need you to feign your good intentions with me.”

Ernest tried to walk on his own while pushing her away with his cruel words, but he immediately lost his balance when he was stripped of any kind of support, so his body instantly fell back onto the sofa again.

When he was seated again, he did not feel that something was amiss as if he had reached his destination, and he proceeded to lean back comfortably against the sofa with his half-shut eyes that were full of rage and dissatisfaction still fixated on Florence.

Florence’s mouth twitched fiercely in exasperation as she was filled with pent up anger due to his nasty and mean attitude towards her.

If she had known that he would give her the cold shoulder and regard her with disgust, she would not have come all the way here in the wee hours of the morning.

“I couldn’t take him away as well, so think of another way on your own, Harold.” As soon as Florence had finished her words in a huff, she swiftly turned her body and was about to walk away from him.

“Stop right there!” Ernest frowned and hooted angrily at her once he had discerned her intention to take her leave.

Who said that she could leave him?

Florence turned her head back in aggravation, “What else can I do for you, Mr. Hawkins?”

What else? It’s nothing really.

Ernest pursed his lips and remained silent while only staring straight into her eyes, and even though his countenance was full of wrath, he had managed to unleash his faint stubbornness in the extreme after he was liquored up. His sullen behavior had somehow painted a picture of Florence engaging in a shameless conduct by ditching her own husband.

Florence could feel her head throbbing in pain as she was befuddled by his contradictory words. Wasn’t he the one whom had rebuked her for feigning her well intentions earlier and asked her to leave him alone?

What did he want now?

After being in a stalemate for some time, Ernest was still unmoved and rigid as ever while retaining that exact posture, and it seemed like he could still last for quite a while.

Florence however could not hold her stance anymore as she gave out a helpless laugh. Did she really have to go so far and take things seriously with a drunkard? She had decided to regard his actions as just wilding out in a drunken state.

She walked up to him again and reached out her hand while she said, “Let me get you home, Mr. Hawkins.”

Ernest did not move a single inch and was still glaring at her.

She continued after not getting any response from him, “I’ll treat it as you have given your consent if you stay silent.”

Florence proceeded to raise his arm and drape it on her shoulders after finishing her sentence.

Ernest frowned upon seeing her action, and just when he was about to jerk away from her again, she promptly added, “If you do not let me help you, I’ll leave right now.”

His action was frozen abruptly while a vacant and bemused look flickered across his misted eyes, but in the end his body was honest as he had risen to his feet with her help despite his grumbling for her to get away from his face.

Harold was dumbfounded when he took in the sight, “…”

His other mates were also rendered speechless by Ernest’s response, “…”

The saying that even a hero would be unable to refrain himself from a beauty was indeed true as Ernest was not an exception as well.

Although Ernest had contributed some strength on his own, almost half of his body was weighing down on Florence which was overbearing for her as he was indeed intoxicated.

It was taxing on Florence to carry him by herself, hence she called out to Harold right away, “Please help to carry him with me.”

“Oh, alright.”

Harold hurriedly walked towards Ernest, and just when he had reached out his hands to help him up, Ernest shoved him away the moment he had laid his hands on him. Ernest’s whole body exuded immense disgust and rejection towards Harold, and his tone was chilly as usual as he scowled, “Get out from my face.”

Harold was chocked up by Ernest’s blatant repugnance at himself as his heart was deeply hurt again.

If there was no comparison, there would be no harm inflicted. Ernest was the most exemplary example of a man who was hoes before bros.

Florence stared at Ernest in a vexing manner after he had pushed Harold aside while she thought to herself: Why was this man so anal?

If he wanted to shove people aside, he should have done the same to her as well. What was he thinking trying to let her carry him by herself? Did he intend to torture her and wear her out on purpose?

Although her heart was full of resentment towards him, Florence did not have the guts to actually throw him aside, hence she could only trudge slowly to the exit of the room with his full weight on her body.

When she had finally made it to the elevator, she was extremely exhausted with sweat breaking out all over her face.

It was at this moment that a long and fair hand had wiped away the perspiration that had beaded on her forehead in a gentle manner while a voice rang in her ear, “Is it hot here?”

Florence was irked by his sudden remark as the reason of her sweating buckets was due to fatigue and not because it was stifling here. She wanted to give vent to her annoyance to let out her pent up anger, but her words were stuck in her throat when she had laid her eyes on the sweat on his white fingers as a strange feeling started to manifest in her heart.

It seemed that he was really wrecked as a clean freak like him had used his hand to wipe away her sweat instead of a tissue.

Let’s just drop it and let it go at that, she thought to herself. She should not squabble over such trivial matters with a drunkard whom was still woolly-headed.

“Ding”

The elevator had reached the basement parking lot at that moment, and Florence promptly tried to carry him out of the elevator when the elevator door had opened, “Let’s go, we have to go out now.”

A hint of misery flashed across his eyes while he stared at the elevator door, and he suddenly pulled her back into his arms as he mumbled in an almost inaudible voice, “Don’t go.” He did not want to let her slip away from him.

Florence was startled to be suddenly clasped in his ample embrace, and her heart uncontrollably skipped a beat when her senses were overwhelmed by his refreshing scent mixed with the tantalizing bouquet of liqueur from the proximity between their bodies. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

She was suddenly thrown into a state of tumult in that heart racing moment, and she quickly pushed him away from her in a fluster. Ernest staggered a few steps backward with his back crashing into the wall of the elevator after being shoved away as he had been sapped of his energy since he was drunk. After losing any form of support, his body started to slide down the wall of the elevator, and it seemed like he was about to fall again.

Florence’s temple throbbed in pain after seeing him losing his balance, and she hurriedly walked up to him and held him up in a split second.

However, his towering body was like a massive mountain which had almost crushed her with his enormous weight, but he had no realization that he was actually leaning his whole body on her at all as he stared straight at Florence while uttered stubbornly, “Don’t go.”

Florence’s head was about to burst as she was using up all her strength to support his body while trying to console him at the same time, “I’m not leaving you, I’m just trying to get you out from the elevator.”

Ernest shot her a suspicious gaze as he tightened his arms on her, and it was at that lingering moment that the elevator door had shut closed, and the elevator proceeded to rise again.

Florence wanted to push the button for the basement parking, but she was held down by Ernest’s restraint on her with his substantial mass.

How was she supposed to hit the floor button and how were they supposed to get to the car park then?

She breathed in deeply and suppressed the urge to cast him aside in the elevator as she said patiently, “Could you just let me push the elevator button, Mr. Hawkins? I promise that I’m just going to press the floor button and I’m not going to leave you.”

“Call my name,” Ernest whispered softly after ignoring the latter half of her explanation.

Florence’s mouth twitched in exasperation as she could not apprehend the way he had grasped the key point after she had explained in such a lengthy manner.

She had no choice but to repeat his name, “Ernest.”

“Yep.”

Ernest responded with just a single word, and his mood seemed to have been elevated after his name was called. However, there was no more signs of action from him after that.

Florence’s anger exploded in her heart as she stared at him staying still. Could he let her push the floor button now so that they could leave the elevator?

“Ding.”

Harold and the other gentlemen were standing outside the elevator while bantering with each other when the elevator door had opened. When they had noticed that the elevator had arrived at their floor and were about to head inside, they were stupefied by the sight of the two persons sticking closely to each other.

Harold was puzzled as he asked, “Why have you come up again, Florence?”

Florence was tongue-tied and she could only swallow the bitterness in her mouth as it was difficult to put in a nutshell.

She resignedly said, “Come in, please, and help me to press the floor button to the carpark.”

Harold shot some glances towards Ernest whom was sticking his whole body onto Florence, and he only managed to grasp the situation in hindsight.

Ernest was indeed a lunatic and his actions were tremendously outrageous.

However, it seemed like an excellent tactic that he could put into use in the future…