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.

looked at her, “Why? Are you scared

Florence replied, “No…”

come in.” Ernest decided for her and turned to

on going back. After hesitating for a while longer, she finally entered the

the second floor, “Come

that she spent the night when she

don’t have any female clothes. Wear this after

comfortable material, and began to blush. This

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

Half an hour later.

came out of the bathroom wearing Ernest’s white shirt. She thought that the room would

Why didn’t he leave?

at Florence. His gaze darkened. Her face was flushed from the hot shower and looked so pink and tender. He felt the urge to take a

and cute. Florence could sense from Ernest’s look that he was getting increasingly aroused and she

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

nothing had

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

actions and said in surprise,

and said, “Why not? This is

room. But she realized after looking at Ernest’s pajamas that since his clothes were in the closet, this must be his

said, “I, I will sleep