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 that

Florence replied, “No…”

decided for her and turned to

awkwardly and she felt vexed but didn’t insist on going back. After hesitating for a while longer, she finally entered the house. Ernest

up to the second

and saw 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

clothes. Wear

material, and began to blush. This was his shirt and

and take a shower. You have an early rest.”

Half an hour later.

She thought that the room would not have anyone but she was stunned when she saw him

Why didn’t he leave?

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 to

Florence could sense from Ernest’s look that he was getting increasingly aroused and she immediately blushed. It was said that it was

blanket to cover

if nothing had happened and stood up

closet to take a set of pajamas and

at his actions and said in surprise,

“Why not? This is

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 on his bed, Florence wanted to find a hole

extremely awkward and said, “I, I will