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?”

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

and

“Don’t you do this…”

her, and they fall into the

enfolded into the big soft bed with Ernest’s sturdy and muscular

and

the hoarse voice of him was so

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

a hint of

saying out his name this

he kissed

“Um!”

him by the name? Why did he kiss

out of her skin as she struggled to push him away. But

and his body was pressing on Florence gradually. Their bodies

mind had gone

outside opened the door. And the butler came

Fraser, Mrs. Hawkins let me bring you some supper... “He stopped before he finished his

butler went pink when he saw the two people cuddling on the

looking at the butler. She was

blushing red as she pushed Ernest

over, covering Florence’s body. He then took

“Put it down.”

left hurriedly. Right

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

intentionally to have a look on us.” Ernest answered naturally, looking at Florence under the blanket. “Are you disappointed for being disturbed? How about we

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

would still like to thank the butler for barging in. Otherwise,

Florence walked to the sofa and sat down. She saw the soup and side dishes on the table. She picked up a spoon, wanting to eat it, relieving

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

looking at the soup,

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