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.

just got

were sleeping on the same bed

to rub her

thinking about

and seducing voice rang out at the door. Ernest was in a suit without a tie, emanating a sense of

the door frame, he said in a seductive tone, “How about I go back and sleep with

Not necessarily!” Florence

she was not thinking about

Ernest. Lifting the quilt, she got off of the

Ernest was standing in the room with a tie. He looked

the tie

“What are

me,” Ernest uttered a

startled, looking at

could dress up in a suit,

can wear the clothes with one hand. Have you seen anyone tie the

necktie for a man before. How would

Ernest for some

and put it

deep and flirting

seemingly set up a fire burning through her hand to

immediately withdrew her hand in a panic, avoiding eye contact

I’ll tie

to tie a necktie. After a long while,

his tie, a complicated dark light flashing

syllable, “You need to

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

as if there was an explosion in her brain. Her mind went blank. She suddenly felt flustered from the bottom of

not to overthink,

extremely dangerous for her to stay with Ernest every

stared at Florence’s fluctuate back, his lips curled

strode

dishes in the dining room not far away and there

injured? How could he prepare the

explained naturally as if he had realized what Florence

reached out to pull her small hand. “Let’s have

“... Okay.”

immediately pulled her hand

far recently -- he always touched her without giving her any