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…”

couldn’t take it anymore. It was as though she could only feel relief by being close to a

second she began to moan, it was as though Ernest lost all

grabbed her white wrist, spun around, and held

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

eyes,

this moment, Florence felt

“Plop”

splashed out as the

cold, which felt like it chilled directly

of her; the icy

was taking a bath; why

her

“I feel… so hot…”

her small body,

looked grim; he asked her:

“Florence, who am I?”

“So hot… so hot…”

continued to

of it, she must have been

his fist, then let out a roar to calm down himself and let go of her. Then he took a long

back seemed to

had lost her senses; she only felt that what she wanted was gone, and there was only cold

so

feel like she was burning to

fish out of water and was about to be

“Boom”

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

person who finally saw a huge

“I want…”

stood and plopped herself into his

look as though he tried to restrain himself. Then he reached

“Stay there.”

with one hand, unresponsive to any of her struggles to get up.

bathtub became quick in a matter of

started to crawl up her skin, and Florence

her struggles became weaker and weaker.

she looked