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…”

was as though she could only feel relief by being close to a

second she began to moan, it was as

wrist, spun around, and

directly touched her

his eyes, and he kissed her

this moment, Florence felt incredibly

“Plop”

as the two of them fell into

incredibly cold, which felt

her; the icy water made him recover

taking a bath; why would she draw

at her, only to see her bright red face,

“I feel… so hot…”

her small body, trying to move closer to him and

looked grim; he asked

“Florence, who am I?”

“So hot… so hot…”

to mutter incessantly.

it, she must

go of her. Then he took a long stride out the bathtub, didn’t even turn around, and headed

wide back seemed to

what she wanted was gone, and there was only cold water

so

feel like she was burning to

like a fish out of water and was

“Boom”

the outside, and then dumped a bucket full of ice into

starving person who finally saw a

“I want…”

murmured, then stood and plopped

grim; there was a pained look as though he tried to restrain himself. Then he reached out a hand

“Stay there.”

in place with one hand, unresponsive to

became quick in a matter of

to crawl up her skin, and Florence started

while, her struggles became weaker

eyes seemed to have come to, and she looked at Ernest,