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?”

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

didn’t think Ernest, who was always being a gentleman, would do such a thing to

struggled and

“Don’t you do this…”

shoved her, and they fall into the

soft bed with Ernest’s sturdy and muscular body on

and deep breaths,

and the hoarse voice of him

had no further action yet, being afraid of him violating her

with a hint

was something different about her saying out his

gaze darkened, and he kissed her out of

“Um!”

call him by the name? Why did

out of her skin as she struggled to push him away. But she was no match for him

his body was pressing on Florence gradually. Their bodies were

gone blank. She

mood when someone outside opened the door. And the butler came

bring you some supper... “He

saw the two people cuddling on the

voice, Florence regained consciousness and turned around, looking

away!” Florence was blushing red

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

feeling humiliated. She pouted, “Why didn’t your butler knock before entering the

us.” Ernest answered naturally, looking at Florence under the blanket. “Are you disappointed

Florence retorted hastily. She pulled down the

humiliating, she would still like to thank the butler for barging in. Otherwise, the two of them might

dishes on the table. She picked up a spoon, wanting to eat it, relieving

eat that?” Ernest sat on

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

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