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.

could not help thinking that it might be a coincidence that they were at the same hotel that night. But he could not convince himself that

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

What did he want to

she felt danger once he got close

him away, "Mr. Hawkins, if you have

and clasped her hands on top of her head, while the other hand holding her

on her waist was like red-hot iron that made her feel so hot,

say that he was not interested in her and only wanted to have a fake

when she started talking, she heard Ernest’s cold voice

thin." He pinched

this dress, she deliberately tied her waist to keep her figure slim. Now he was

Florence's mouth twitched.

Ernest looked up

her big boobs, he frowned slightly. "Those are too

Florence, "..."

her boobs. Her size was 34B. No matter how much she stuffed in, her boobs should not look

looked up, she saw Ernest suddenly getting so close to hers

fast. Was he trying to