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

Florence replied, “No…”

Ernest decided for her and turned to

didn’t insist on going back. After hesitating for a while longer, she finally entered the house. Ernest grinned when he

to the second

Ernest leading her into a room. It was the room that she spent the night when she was sick. She was familiar with the surroundings and she became less apprehensive. Ernest took a white shirt and gave

don’t have any female clothes. Wear this after you’ve taken

and began to blush. This was his

an early rest.” Florence composed herself and unconsciously hugged the shirt and ran into the

Half an hour later.

shirt. She thought that the room would not have anyone but she was

Why didn’t he leave?

darkened. Her face was flushed from the hot shower and looked so pink and tender. He felt the urge to take a bite into

look that he was getting increasingly aroused and she immediately blushed. It was said that it

the bed and took the blanket to cover herself and said,

nothing

the closet to take a set of pajamas and then walked to

and said in surprise, “You

and said, “Why

thought that it was a guest room. But she realized after looking at Ernest’s pajamas that since his clothes were in the

awkward and said, “I, I