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

sleeping on the same bed again last

reaching out to rub her

thinking about last

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

tone, “How about I go back and sleep

necessarily!” Florence

was not thinking

to look at Ernest. Lifting the quilt,

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

he passed the tie to

confused. “What

Ernest uttered a

was startled, looking at Ernest up

“Well... since you could dress up in a suit, you should

the clothes with one hand. Have you seen anyone

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

answer pleased Ernest

head and put

in a deep and flirting tone,

a fire burning through her

a panic, avoiding eye contact

don’t move. I’ll tie it

was a designer, so she knew how to tie a necktie. After a

looked down to check his tie, a complicated dark

stressing each syllable, “You need

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

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

dared not to overthink, rushing

was extremely dangerous for her to stay with Ernest every second and

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

he strode after

wanted to leave directly. However, she saw the dishes in the dining room not far away

Ernest’s hand was injured? How could he prepare the

explained naturally as if he had realized what

reached out to pull her

“... Okay.”

immediately pulled

recently -- he always