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.

thinking that it might be a coincidence that they were at 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 well. He

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

he want

But she felt danger once he got close to

pushed him away, "Mr. Hawkins, if you have

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

big hand on her waist was like red-hot iron that

thinking, didn’t Ernest say that he was not interested in her and only wanted to have a fake

talking, she heard Ernest’s cold voice as if

thin." He pinched

keep her

Florence's mouth twitched.

looked up

frowned slightly. "Those are too

Florence, "..."

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

repeatedly criticized for her figure, she tried to say something back. When she looked up, she saw Ernest suddenly

suddenly beat so fast.