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.

Ernest had just got up not long

were sleeping on the same bed again

reaching out to rub her painful

thinking about

out at the door. Ernest was in a

door frame, he said in a seductive tone,

necessarily!” Florence

she was not thinking about last

to look at Ernest. Lifting the quilt, she got off

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

passed the

was confused. “What are you

for me,” Ernest uttered

startled, looking at Ernest

up in a suit, you should tie

you seen anyone tie the necktie with only one

necktie

Ernest

her head and put it on his

a deep and flirting tone,

through her hand to her heart all the way on

immediately withdrew her hand in a panic,

please don’t move. I’ll tie it

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

to check his tie, a

said while stressing each syllable, “You need

practice. Did he mean that she would

as she thought of this, Florence felt as if there was an explosion in

to overthink, rushing towards

stay with Ernest every

stared at Florence’s fluctuate back, his lips curled up into a

he strode after

in the dining room not

hand was injured? How

if he had realized what Florence was thinking

Florence and reached out to pull

“... Okay.”

immediately pulled her hand

he always