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?”

two of us in the room. What do you think I would do?” Ernest’s voice was hoarse, and his

and her face was flushing red. She didn’t think Ernest, who was always being a gentleman, would do

and pushed him

“Don’t you do this…”

struggling, Ernest shoved her, and they fall into the

with Ernest’s sturdy and muscular body on top

rapid and deep breaths, “Mr.

my name.” Ernest interrupted her, and the hoarse voice of him was so

tense even though Ernest had no further action yet, being afraid of

a hint

different about her saying out his

darkened, and he kissed her

“Um!”

call him by the name? Why did

skin as she struggled to push him away. But she was no match for him with such

body was pressing

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

opened the door. And the butler came

Ms. Fraser, Mrs. Hawkins let me bring you some

went pink when he saw the two people cuddling on

consciousness and turned around, looking at the butler.

blushing red

body. He then took

“Put it down.”

butler was red-faced and left hurriedly. Right before he left, he looked toward the

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

Ernest answered naturally, looking at Florence

retorted hastily. She pulled down the covers and got out of

for barging in. Otherwise, the two

walked to the sofa and sat down. She saw the soup and side dishes on

to eat that?” Ernest sat on the bed, looking at Florence

at the soup,

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