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

suddenly bent over, rested his hands on the sofa, and suddenly approached her. "You don’t have

he

she felt danger once he got

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

hands on top of her head, while the other

her waist was like red-hot iron that made her

was not interested in her and only wanted to have a fake engagement? What

she started talking, she heard Ernest’s cold voice as if he

is too thin." He

to keep her figure slim. Now he was saying

Florence's mouth twitched.

Ernest looked up to her

frowned slightly. "Those

Florence, "..."

of foam on her boobs. Her size was 34B. No matter how much she stuffed in, her

her figure, she tried to say something back. When she looked up, she saw Ernest suddenly getting so close to hers that she could

beat so fast.