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.

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

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

he want to

felt danger

if you have something to

struggle, Ernest grabbed her wrist and clasped her hands on top of her head, while the other hand

big hand on her waist was like red-hot

he was not interested in her and only

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

too thin." He

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

Florence's mouth twitched.

up to her

boobs, he frowned slightly. "Those are

Florence, "..."

size was 34B. No matter how much she stuffed

figure, she tried to say something back. When she looked up, she saw

suddenly beat so fast. Was he trying to