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

they were sleeping on the same

to rub

thinking about

seducing voice rang out at the door. Ernest

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

necessarily!”

was not thinking about

look at Ernest. Lifting

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

he passed the tie

was confused. “What are you

me,” Ernest

looking at Ernest up

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

wear the clothes with one hand. Have you seen anyone tie the necktie with only one hand before?” Ernest asked

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

pleased Ernest for

her head and put

said in a deep and flirting

a fire burning through her hand to her heart all the way

a panic, avoiding eye contact

move. I’ll tie

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

his tie, a complicated dark light flashing through his

syllable, “You

Did he mean

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

not to overthink, rushing

her to stay with

back, his lips curled up into

he strode

on the first floor, Florence wanted to leave directly. However, she saw the dishes in the dining room not far away and there

hand was injured? How could he

Ernest explained naturally as if he had realized what Florence

to Florence and reached out to pull

“... Okay.”

pulled

gone far recently -- he always touched her without giving