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.

Are

Florence replied, “No…”

in.” Ernest decided for her and turned to enter the

didn’t insist on going back. After hesitating for a while longer, she finally entered

to the

was the room that she spent the night when she was sick. She was familiar with the

clothes. Wear this

the shirt, felt the comfortable material, and began to blush. This was his shirt and she wondered if he had worn

an early rest.”

Half an hour later.

finished showering and came out of the bathroom wearing Ernest’s white shirt. She thought that the room would not have anyone

Why didn’t he leave?

sound and turned to look at Florence. His gaze darkened. Her face was flushed from the hot shower

her thighs while exposing two snow-white legs making her look even more petite and cute. Florence could sense from Ernest’s look that he was getting increasingly aroused and she immediately blushed. It was said that

walked to the bed and took the blanket to

himself as if nothing had happened and stood

set of pajamas and then

actions and said in surprise,

said, “Why not?

after looking at Ernest’s pajamas that since his clothes were in the closet,

“I, I