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?”

would do?” Ernest’s voice was

flushing red. She didn’t think Ernest, who

and pushed him

“Don’t you do this…”

her, and they fall into

the big soft bed with Ernest’s

rapid and deep breaths,

name.” Ernest interrupted her, and the

was still tense even though Ernest had no further

hint of panic in her

was something different about her saying

kissed her out

“Um!”

he said to call him by the name? Why did

struggled to push him

kisses were getting more aggressive, and his body was pressing on Florence gradually.

and her mind had gone blank. She was losing her

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

bring you some supper... “He stopped before he

he saw the two people cuddling on

and turned around, looking at

blushing red as

quilt over, covering Florence’s body. He then took a displeased

“Put it down.”

and left hurriedly. Right before he left, he

She pouted, “Why didn’t your butler knock before entering

have a look on us.” Ernest answered naturally, looking at Florence under the

pulled down the covers and got

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

soup and side dishes on the table. She picked up a spoon, wanting

sure you want to eat that?” Ernest sat on

soup, and

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