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

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

he

danger once he got

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

hands on top

her waist was like red-hot

her and only wanted to have a fake engagement? What was he doing now?

she heard Ernest’s cold voice as

thin." He

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

Florence's mouth twitched.

Ernest looked up

boobs, he frowned slightly. "Those are too

Florence, "..."

look beautiful, so she stuffed two pieces of foam on her boobs. Her size was

When she looked up, she saw Ernest suddenly getting so close to hers that she could even

fast. Was he trying to