My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Chapter 67: What Do You Think I Should Do

Seeing that Florence felt embarrassed, Georgia gave a benevolent smile and continued, “Ernest, please take Flory into your room to have some rest.”

Sleeping in Ernest’s room?

Sharing a room? Sleeping in the same bed?

Florence had slept with Ernest for some reason before. But she was still stunned for being arranged by the elders to sleep with Ernest at his home.

She was torn and wanted to say something. As she was just about to speak out, Ernest voiced, “Alright. Get some rest too, grandma.”

Florence was lost for words.

Ernest looked at Florence sideways and suddenly came close to her near and spoke in a flirty tone, “Anyway, it’s not the first time. Get used to it.”

Florence was speechless.

How could she get used to this kind of thing?

Her face was blushing red.

The interior designs of Ernest’s bedroom and his villa at Senna were basically the same. They were like two similar rooms with his styles but just in different places.

Florence felt familiar with it inexplicably. Thinking of this, she felt embarrassed, standing in the middle of the room and tangled up in not knowing what to do.

Ernest glanced at Florence, who was looking sheepish and smirked. She was seemed to belong to here, in his room.

Ernest beckoned to Florence, “Come here.”

What was the point of going over?

Florence was mystified, but she still walked over.

“Mr. Hawkins…” As she just opened her mouth, she was dismayed for being pulled into Ernest’s arm. She could smell his strong hormonal scent.

Florence had tensed up abruptly, “What are you doing?”

I would do?” Ernest’s voice was hoarse, and his eyes were deep. His elegant face was

face was flushing red. She didn’t think Ernest, who was always being a

struggled and

“Don’t you do this…”

her, and they

with Ernest’s sturdy and

rapid and

interrupted her, and the hoarse

Ernest had no further

a hint of panic in her voice.

different about her saying

darkened, and he kissed

“Um!”

to call him by the name? Why did he kiss on her

push him away. But she was no

and his body was pressing on Florence gradually.

went limp uncontrollably, and her mind had gone blank. She was losing her reason and feeling weak.

when someone outside opened the door. And the butler came in with a tray.

let me bring you some supper... “He stopped before he finished his

when he saw the two

consciousness and turned around, looking at the butler. She

was blushing red as

up and pulled the quilt over, covering Florence’s body. He then took a displeased glimpse at the

“Put it down.”

Yes.” The butler was red-faced and left hurriedly. Right before he left, he looked

face in the blanket, feeling humiliated. She pouted, “Why didn’t your butler knock

barged in intentionally to have a look on us.” Ernest answered naturally, looking at Florence under the blanket. “Are you disappointed for

retorted hastily. She pulled down

still like to thank the butler for barging in. Otherwise, the two of them might have done something too

dishes

you want to eat that?” Ernest sat

halted irresolutely, looking at the soup, and took a glance at

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