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.

heart and started teasing them, “That was so

wished she

“Stop with the bullshit. Do you still want to

quickly handed the dice over to Florence for fear that Ernest would just seize her and leave. He was still making eyes

would be too ashamed to

psychological trauma that she was still reeling in, she clutched the dice in hesitance as she

going on in her mind, Ernest lowered his head slightly and whispered in her ear,

and bewitching. Even though her flushed face was lighting

till 2 a.m., and the crowd was finally getting ready to disperse

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? All of

at the man whom was still sitting beside her. He did have a lot of booze tonight

unwell and was resting his eyes in repose, his body

apologetic to a certain extent and asked after some pausing moment, “Where is Timothy? I thought he is always

the night, so he had gotten off work.” Harold

her 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 me. You should send Mr.

to look at the man beside her and said gently, “Mr. Hawkins, we should leave now. I

and captivating under the blanket of dimmed

his eyes and shot his gaze at Florence while being deeply absorbed in his

brushed his nose uneasily as if

up and strode towards the

was not really drunk as his steps were unfaltering while his towering figure unswerving and he was still the man whom

and ran

Harold slumped down on the sofa lazily, a smug grin hanging on his face for

her head to look at him, exposing his plan, “I actually overheard that you have asked Timothy to go back by

grinned enigmatically at

takes one to know one. I’m out of here, see

started to teeter towards the exit, swaying a little

coat and went after her, “Let me send

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 and

gaze on her

for a while, and she tentatively asked,

“Yes.”