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.

But he could not convince himself that it was also a coincidence that she could arouse his

hands on the sofa, and suddenly

he want to

she felt danger once he got

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

her hands on top

did not know how to react. The big hand on her waist

was not interested in her and only wanted

she heard Ernest’s cold voice

thin." He pinched her

deliberately tied her waist to keep her figure slim. Now

Florence's mouth twitched.

looked up to her

boobs, he frowned slightly. "Those are too

Florence, "..."

she stuffed two pieces of foam on her boobs. Her size was

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

heart suddenly beat so fast. Was he trying to