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.

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

hands on the sofa, and suddenly approached her. "You

did he want

she felt danger once he got close

away, "Mr. Hawkins, if you have something

and clasped her hands on top

how to react. The big hand on her waist was like red-hot iron that made her feel

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

you..." Just when she started talking, she heard Ernest’s cold voice as if he was

is too thin." He pinched her waist.

to keep her

Florence's mouth twitched.

Ernest looked up

frowned slightly. "Those

Florence, "..."

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

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

so fast. Was he trying to