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 not long

were sleeping on the

reaching out to rub her painful

about last

rang out at the door. Ernest was in a

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

necessarily!”

not thinking

to look at Ernest. Lifting the quilt, she

she took a shower and came out, only to find Ernest was standing in the room with a tie. He looked

passed the tie

was confused. “What

me,” Ernest uttered a

looking at Ernest

you could dress up in a suit, you should tie the necktie yourself, shouldn’t

you seen anyone tie the necktie with only

“I’ve never tied a necktie for a man before. How

Ernest for some

and

deep and flirting tone, “I’ll teach

fire burning through her hand to her

immediately withdrew her hand in a

move. I’ll tie it

tie a necktie. After a long while, she finally helped Ernest tie it,

looked down to check his tie, a complicated dark light

syllable, “You need to practice more

to practice. Did he mean that she would

as she thought of this, Florence felt as if there was an explosion in her brain. Her mind went

overthink, rushing towards the

stay with Ernest every second and every

at Florence’s fluctuate back, his lips

he strode

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

How

Timothy,” Ernest explained naturally as if he

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

“... Okay.”

immediately pulled her

always touched her