My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Florence head was about to explode from the extreme tension. Ernest’s existence was more like a divine being and beyond her and everyone else’s reaches. He even rejected Harold’s plea, whom was his mate for many years, so the idea of him helping her to evade this situation was most likely out of the picture...

And out of everything else it had to be a French kiss.

Florence grappled with the difficult situation for a minute, and she finally said with a red face, “This is too extreme for me, can we switch to another punishment?”

“Nope, not any chance considering the fact that I had already risked my reputation and disgraced myself by doing a Kabedon on a guy,” Harold downright vetoed her appeal.

“But...” Florence wanted to say something else to save herself from this situation, instead she noticed Harold whom was looking her up and down suspiciously.

“Florence, don’t tell me you have never kiss Ernest before this? Why do you sound so sheepish?”

Florence gulped nervously, staying silent as she was chastened by her self-conscience after his words had abashed her.

As Ernest’s nominal fiancée, she should play the role well to avoid people’s speculation that they were not on good terms. She dared not answer lightly considering the circumstances that she was in.

Florence felt like she was on the edge as panic had engulfed her. She finally turned to Ernest for help and pleaded softly, “Please help me, Mr. Hawkins.” 

Ernest stared at her redden face with a dimming gaze. He said with a husky tone, “Alright.”

With his huge hand, he grabbed and held the back of her head, then he lowered his head and started kissing her.

“Mm!”

Florence stiffened as she could feel the cooling sensation coupled with delicate softness brushed against her lips. She stared unbelievably at the enlarged breath-taking face right in front of her, her mind could not comprehend what had just happened.

She just wished for him to help her out by changing the punishment, but instead he, he had decided to kiss her? And it was in front of the whole crowd!

With her heart beating crazily and almost leaping out of her chest, Florence freaked out and tried to push him away, but Ernest’s hand on the back of her head was full of strength, locking her in with no way to escape.

His kiss lingered on her lips, alluring her in with his growing intensity and ferventness.

Florence could not hear her surroundings clearly as light-headedness had hit her, her body slowly losing strength while she got weak at her knees.

Ernest finally let her go after what felt like an eternity.

Florence dropped her head as soon as it ended, her face blushing from embarrassment. She was so mortified that she could not lift her head up.

“That was so romantic; you’re

even more hard-pressed, and she wished she could dig a hole to hide

“Stop with the bullshit. Do you still want to continue with

Florence for fear that Ernest would just seize her and leave. He was still making eyes at her

too ashamed to face people if it was going to happen

she clutched the dice in hesitance

in her mind, Ernest lowered his head slightly and whispered in her ear, “It’s

bewitching. Even

and the crowd was finally getting ready to disperse and called it a day as most of them were either drunk or

her bag in her hand, Harold popped up in front of her and said, “Florence, could you send Ernest back home since he has had some drinks and is clearly not in the state to be behind the wheel?

of booze tonight as he had finished off all the drinks that were supposed to be downed by her as punishment during the game on behalf

resting his eyes in repose,

extent and asked after some pausing moment, “Where is Timothy? I thought he is

he had gotten off work.” Harold replied

face glowing with redness. Phoebe beamed brightly at her and upon seeing Florence’s worried gaze on her, she announced, “My dad has already sent a driver to pick me up so don’t you worry about

the man beside

silhouette appeared more chiselled and captivating

slowly opened his eyes and shot his gaze

brushed his nose uneasily as if he was guilt-ridden by

the exit of

was not really drunk as his steps were unfaltering while his towering figure unswerving and he was still the man whom people looked up to. It would not be

gripped her bag and ran after him

sofa lazily, a smug grin hanging on his face for he had gotten away with

plan, “I actually overheard that you have asked Timothy to go back by himself over the

expect his plan to be uncovered. He grinned enigmatically at Phoebe, “If I’m not mistaken, your driver would not show up

it takes one to know one. I’m out of

up and started to teeter towards the exit, swaying a

and went after her, “Let me send

his villa in the Senna International Community. When she had gotten off the car, she noticed Ernest was still not coming out after a short while. She went around to the passenger side

gaze on her was

she tentatively asked,

“Yes.”