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.

night. But he could not convince himself that it was also a coincidence

on the sofa, and suddenly approached her. "You don’t have to tell me. I can prove it

What did he want to

But she felt danger once

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

struggle, Ernest grabbed her wrist and clasped her hands on top of

know how to react. The big hand on her waist

not interested in her and only

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

thin." He pinched her waist.

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

Florence's mouth twitched.

looked up

her big boobs, he frowned slightly. "Those are too

Florence, "..."

stuffed two pieces of foam on her boobs. Her size was 34B. No matter how much she stuffed in, her boobs should not look too

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

so fast.