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.

the same hotel that night. But he could

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

he

felt danger once he got close

"Mr. Hawkins, if you have something to say,

on top of her head, while

waist was like

that he was not interested in her and only wanted

started talking, she heard Ernest’s cold voice

He

her waist to keep her figure slim. Now he was saying that her waist

Florence's mouth twitched.

looked up to her

big boobs, he frowned slightly. "Those are too

Florence, "..."

to look beautiful, so she stuffed two pieces of foam on her boobs. Her size was 34B. No matter how much she stuffed

being repeatedly criticized for her figure, she tried to say something back. When she looked up, she saw Ernest suddenly getting so close to hers that she could even feel his

beat so fast. Was he trying to