My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Walking into the room, Ernest put Florence on the sofa. He did not leave immediately; instead, he stood in front of her and looked at her meaningfully.

Florence was a little drunk, but her mind was still clear.

She was a little uneasy being stared at by him. She whispered, "Mr. Hawkins, is there anything else?"

Ernest scrutinized her and asked, "What happened to you at Style Hotel that night?”

Florence was stunned with panic. Why did he ask that suddenly? Did he already know that what Phoebe said was a lie? About what happened that night with her, she didn't want to share with anyone, especially an unfamiliar man like Ernest.

Florence shook her head, "Nothing happened."

Seeing her being so nervous suddenly, Ernest narrowed his eyes, "Tell me the truth."

"Wh... What I said is the truth."

Florence pulled her clothes with her fingers nervously. And she was trying her best to stay calm.

Ernest stared at her as if he knew she was lying.

But he could not convince himself that it was also a coincidence that she could arouse his sexual desire as well.

on the sofa, and suddenly approached her. "You don’t have to tell

What did he want

confused. But she felt danger

hurriedly pushed him away, "Mr. Hawkins, if you have something

hands on top of her head, while the

big hand on her waist was like red-hot iron that made her feel

didn’t Ernest say that he was not interested in her

you..." Just when she started talking, she heard Ernest’s cold voice as if he was judging an

thin." He pinched her

wear this dress, she deliberately tied her waist to keep her figure slim.

Florence's mouth twitched.

looked up

boobs, he frowned slightly. "Those are

Florence, "..."

her boobs. Her size was 34B. No matter how much she

looked up, she saw Ernest suddenly getting

suddenly beat so fast. Was