My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

She blinked and saw Ernest; after a few seconds, she seemed to realize something, and her face became even redder.

She said in a hurry, “You, don’t look, get out.”

Her voice was in a trembling, soft tone.

Ernest’s eyes turned wide; it was as though a spark was ignited into a flame within him.

He looked at her in a dangerous manner; his breathing was heavy, as though he was trying to restrain something.

In a raspy voice, he said, “Don’t stay in there too long, it’s not good for your body.”

Once he finished speaking, he was ready to turn around and leave. His large physique seemed to move in a stiff manner.

Just as he left, he heard the sound of water splashing behind him.

And he heard Florence speak in a soft cat-like murmur, “Don’t leave…”

Almost as if she couldn’t control herself, she stood up, and grabbed a corner of his clothes with her wet hand.

There was also a raging fire inside her eyes, but she tightly bit her lips, as though she was trying to suppress something as well.

Her flushed face was both confused and in pain.

Ernest’s large body was frozen still. He could feel the water vapor coming up from behind him, and he felt as though his body was lit ablaze.

Did this woman know what she was doing…

Florence’s vision became more and more blurry; she felt so hot that she couldn’t think straight. She held onto his clothes, and inched closer and closer to him.

It felt good to be near him.

"Boom-"

Ernest felt as though something exploded inside him.

His body was incredibly stiff, and his voice was scratchy, “You, do you know that you should never provoke a man?”

He liked her, so there was no way he could resist her advances.

She continued to seduce him.

Florence did not hear his warning at all; her whole body seemed to rest on him, and she moaned in dissatisfaction.

“More…”

it anymore. It was as though she could only feel relief

was as

grabbed her white wrist, spun around, and held her in his arms.

head to toe. His palm directly touched her silky, smooth skin, which felt soft like silk and drove him mad.

his eyes, and he kissed her lips.

this moment, Florence

“Plop”

splashed out as the two of them fell

was incredibly cold, which felt like it chilled directly to the bones.

the icy water made him recover himself a bit.

taking a bath; why would she draw cold

looked directly at her, only to see her bright

“I feel… so hot…”

twisted and turned her small body,

looked grim; he asked

“Florence, who am I?”

“So hot… so hot…”

to mutter incessantly.

it, she must have been

of her. Then he took a long stride out the bathtub, didn’t even

back seemed to

she only felt that what she wanted was gone, and there was only cold water around her. She felt incredibly painful that she was about to

so uncomfortable.

her feel like she was burning to ashes.

a fish out of water and was

“Boom”

outside, and then dumped a bucket full of

a starving person who finally saw a

“I want…”

stood and plopped herself into his arms.

was a pained look as though he tried to restrain himself.

“Stay there.”

one hand, unresponsive to any of her struggles to get

the bathtub became quick in

to crawl up her skin, and Florence started to relax

a while, her struggles became weaker

looked at Ernest, “I’m fine now,