My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

He leaned over and reeked of alcohol. Florence tensed up as he was too close and her face blushed red and hot.

“Mr. Hawkins, you are drunk.”

“You know that I’m not drunk. Remember what I said.”

Florence’s heart sank and she didn’t dare to think of what he meant. After all, he was Ernest. The first time they met he had already negotiated with her that they will cancel their engagement in due time. Additionally, he knew about her disgusting issue that night.

Ernest saw her tensed expression and stopped forcing her. He pulled her hand and wanted to pull her into the house.

Florence froze and tried to withdraw her hand and said, “It’s very late, I should go home now.”

She didn’t dare to go to his house this late in the night. She turned and wanted to leave but she saw that it was raining and looked like it would get heavier. She could not get a taxi in the villa complex. Even if she called for a taxi, she had to go to the main entrance to wait for it. Ernest’s villa was a distance away from the gates.

She hesitated for a while and looked awkwardly at Ernest, “Mr. Hawkins, can you lend me an umbrella?”

Ernest stood still and said with an insistent tone, “Just sleep here.”

What? Florence was stunned and quickly refused, “No, this is inappropriate.”

“You are my fiancée, what’s inappropriate about it?” Ernest said as a matter of fact, “Furthermore if you go back in this rain, how will people think when they see you in the rain?”

“But…” Florence hesitated. This seemed logical but she never thought about staying the whole night at Ernest’s place.

“Why? Are you scared that I’ll

Florence replied, “No…”

for her and turned to

hesitating for a while longer, she finally entered the house. Ernest grinned when he

up to the second floor, “Come

night when she was sick. She was familiar with the surroundings and she became less apprehensive.

clothes. Wear this after you’ve taken a

the comfortable material, and began to blush. This was his shirt and she

early rest.” Florence composed

Half an hour later.

showering and came out of the bathroom wearing Ernest’s white shirt. She thought that the room would not have anyone but she was stunned when

Why didn’t he leave?

gaze darkened. Her face was flushed from the hot

sense from Ernest’s look that he was getting increasingly aroused and she

took the blanket to cover herself and said, “Mr. Hawkins, do

if nothing had happened

the closet to take a set of pajamas and then walked

at his actions and said

and said, “Why not? This

pajamas that since his clothes were in the closet, this must be his room. When she thought that she just showered in his bathroom and lay on his bed, Florence wanted

“I, I will