My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Chapter 952: Drowsiness

"He is nobody's man. He seems to be idle, but in reality, his aim should be the whole Turner family."

"Oh my God, Keenan is actually so ambitious?"

Finley was dumbfounded and in total disbelief.

In his eyes, Keenan was really just a player with nothing better to do. He had been dashing around and doing nothing all his life.

He hadn't had any rivalries or retaliation in all those years either, and he had kept his position all because his family was strong.

"It surprises me too, but if that's the case, it makes sense."

Kevin's eyes darkened as he analyzed, "This is presumably Keenan's tactic. He must have done something, or made some kind of deal with the Master for the time being to make the Master not going after him."

After a pause, Kevin looked at Ernest with uncertainty and asked.

"Mr. Hawkins, I assume that Master hasn't discovered Keenan's ambition by now, right?"

Theodore had been hoodwinked by Keenan. Perhaps he spared him after being tricked by Keenan's words or ploys.

Ernest nodded noncommittally.

Kevin felt a little scared by his confirmation. So Keenan was the viper that lurked in the shadows and was ready to come out and bite anyone at any moment.

Luckily, Ernest had been aware of this and had taken precautions against him and used him at the family meeting.

Kevin went on to ask.

"Mr. Hawkins, what was Keenan's intention in supporting us at the meeting?"

Ernest said, "To watch in the dark while we fight, then reap the benefits."

"Crap!" Finley stood up. He said grumpily, "Could it be that he wants us to fight Master first and then take advantage of it while we are both exhausted and damaged?"

"That's too underhanded." Kevin felt disgusted.

Ernest pursed his lips and said in a deep voice. "In that case, you all must not be impulsive in the future. Be careful in what you do."

With a poisonous snake lurking in the shadows, the situation was even more uncertain and dangerous, and they had to be more careful.

Kevin said respectfully, "I got it."

Finley also agreed, "Okay."

After discussing the matter, they ended the meal, and Kevin and Finley left separately.

Ernest went back to Florence's room.

Thinking about what he had said to flirt with her earlier, Ernest felt like his desire grew thicker as he approached the room.

There had been so many unforeseen events in the past few days, and Florence were on tenterhooks all day, so they hadn't been in the mood.

It was a good time for them to make love after so many days.

Ernest walked faster.

With a click, he stepped into the room and locked the door again.

He said in a low and flirtatious tone.

"Are you done washing up? I'm back ..."

Before he could finish the words, Ernest's voice trailed off in his throat.

He was very surprised to see that Florence was nestled under the covers and lay on her side with her phone in her hand. But it must have been so long ago that her phone was blacked out.

And she was sleeping heavily with her thick lashes spread out.

Ernest was rather surprised. Hadn't she slept during the day? How could she have fallen asleep again just after dinner?

Florence hadn't been so sleepy before.

Maybe she hadn't slept much in the past few days, and now that the burden had been completely lifted from her mind after the video call with Stanford to make sure he was safe.

So she wanted to sleep through the night all at once.

Ernest had been slightly surprised and disturbed, and his heart dropped at the thought of this possibility. He walked gingerly to the bedside and carefully took the phone out of Florence's hand

and put it aside.

Then he gently put her hand back under the covers and tucked her in.

Standing by the bed for a few more moments, Ernest smiled hopelessly.

"I'll let you off for tonight."

With that, he turned and went into the bathroom to take a cold shower.

Florence slept exceptionally well and didn't get up until the sun was high in the sky the next day.

She looked out of the window at the bright sunshine and was still a little dazed.

She'd slept too long. Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

So, had she actually slept through the night again?

Had she slept for 24 hours?

Florence scratched her hair and was a little confused. She had been sleeping too much.

What was worse was that she didn't even feel she was awake yet.

"Ms. Fraser, are you awake?"

The maid guarding the door immediately asked in a soft voice when she heard the noise.

Florence, who was still considering whether to lie down and sleep for a while, was a little embarrassed and replied, "Yes, I'm awake."

"May I come in?"

"Come in."

Florence looked suspiciously at the open door of the room and saw the maid walk in with a smile.

"Ms. Fraser, Mr. Hawkins has gone out on business and said he wouldn't be back until about mid- afternoon, so we'll serve you lunch while you're awake. What do you think?"

He wouldn't be back until this afternoon?

The thought of her sleeping all day and barely seeing Ernest, plus him being absent for the next few hours, put Florence in a bit of a down mood.

She nodded helplessly, "Okay."

Florence was not to leave the building for the time being. It was dangerous outside.

She even couldn't go to the small garden behind the building, because there might be snipers and watchers with binoculars around.

She could not be exposed to any danger.

Ernest was still the only one the Turner family could count on until they got the antidote, and she was the only one who could save Ernest. The enemies probably wouldn't try to hurt her when they weren't sure sure.

However, there was also no guarantee that Theodore wouldn't take a risk and act out of his mind.

If he killed Florence, for example, Ernest would be left without a way to save himself. If he were more selfish and had a stronger desire to survive, he could have attacked the Fraser family to get the antidote.

Then he would end up being on the same side as Theodore in disguise.

Florence knew very well that Ernest would not do that, but she had to prevent someone who failed to see clearly about the situation.

Florence had a quick breakfast and then went to stay in Ernest's study. She walked around, took a book and flipped through it.

As she browsed through the pages, she became sleepy again with all the complicated text she couldn't understand.

Before she knew it, she had fallen asleep again.

The maid wanted to call her for lunch, but when she saw Florence falling asleep on the sofa with a book in her hand, she didn't dare to wake her up.

But as it was time for lunch, they discussed for a while and reported to Ernest.

In a few moments, Ernest returned in a hurry.

He strode into the study and saw Florence curled up on the sofa, cuddled up with a book and sleeping soundly.

She looked very lovely and serene.

But Ernest's brow was furrowed.

She had slept all day yesterday and was perhaps catching up on her sleep, which was understandable. But how could she have fallen back asleep after sleeping for 24 hours and only getting up for a short while?

This didn't seem normal at any rate.