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

Florence replied, “No…”

decided for her and turned to

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

up to the second floor, “Come with

the night when she was sick. She was familiar with the

have any female clothes. Wear this after you’ve taken

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

have an early rest.” Florence composed herself and unconsciously

Half an hour later.

white shirt. She thought that the room would not have anyone

Why didn’t he leave?

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

he was getting increasingly

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

composed himself as if nothing had

to the closet to take a set of pajamas

actions and said in surprise, “You are

and said, “Why not? This is my

that it was a guest room. But she realized after looking at Ernest’s 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

extremely awkward and said, “I, I will sleep in