My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Florence’s heart hammered as if it would jump out from her chest.

If she continued staying on his lap, she would be on fire.

She tried her best to tilt her head. “Excuse me, Mr. Hawkins. It’s quite late now. If you are not in a hurry, you can deal with those documents tomorrow.”

Then tomorrow it would be Timothy who helped him turn the pages.

Seeing through Florence’s mind, Ernest answered calmly, “They are all urgent.”

Florence was rendered speechless.

If he had so many urgent documents to deal with, why did he go to have the crayfish with her in the evening? They didn’t get full while it was a waste of time.

Florence felt angry but she dared not speak it out. She could only sit on Ernest’s lap and turn the pages for him after a certain estimated period.

However, she didn’t know that Ernest didn’t take a look at the document at all. His gaze was glued on her face, deep and affectionate.

Florence kept turning the pages for Ernest. Since the content was way too boring, shortly, she started dozing off, her head nodding.

“Bang.”

Her head suddenly fell toward the desk.

Ernest acted pretty quickly. He placed his thick palm on the desk and held her forehead.

Then, he held her waist and let her nestle in his arms.

Pressing her head on Ernest’s shoulder, Florence rubbed like a kitten. After finding a comfortable position, she continued to sleep.

Ernest stared at the woman in his arms, his eyes darkened.

How he wished that she could always stay in his arms so obediently...

He lowered his head, his thin lips pecked on her forehead. Then he carried her in his arms softly, walking to the big bed.

...

When Florence opened her eyes, she found a tough problem -- she was sleeping on Ernest’s bed again.

Her heart was tightened. Subconsciously, she looked aside.

It was empty beside her except for a pillow. She heaved a breath of relief. When she was about to get up, she touched the temperature left on the bed sheet beside her.

that Ernest had just got up

enough, they were sleeping on the same

reaching out to rub her

about

man’s deep and seducing voice rang out at the door. Ernest was in a suit without a

in a seductive tone, “How about I go back and

necessarily!”

she was not thinking about last

look at Ernest. Lifting the quilt, she

was standing in the room with a tie. He

passed the

confused. “What are you

for me,” Ernest

was startled, looking at Ernest

in a suit,

one hand. Have you seen anyone tie the necktie with only

was choked. “I’ve never tied a necktie for a

answer pleased Ernest for

head and

and flirting tone, “I’ll teach

warm, which seemingly set up a fire burning through her hand to her

a panic, avoiding eye

move. I’ll tie

designer, so she knew how to tie a necktie. After a long while, she finally

check his tie, a complicated dark light flashing

syllable, “You need to practice more

why she needed to practice. Did he mean that she would tie it

explosion in her

dared not to overthink, rushing towards the

extremely dangerous for her to stay

back, his lips curled up into

strode

dishes in the dining room not far away and there were two pairs of bowls and tableware on

How could he prepare

naturally as if he had realized what Florence was thinking

to pull her small hand. “Let’s

“... Okay.”

pulled

far recently -- he always touched her without giving