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

enough, they were sleeping on the same bed

reaching out to rub her

thinking about last

door. Ernest was in a suit

a seductive tone, “How about I go back and

Not necessarily!” Florence

course, she was not thinking about last

to look at Ernest. Lifting the quilt,

shower and came out, only to find Ernest was

the tie

was confused. “What

it for me,” Ernest

looking at Ernest up and

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

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

never tied a necktie for a man

answer pleased Ernest

head and put it

in a deep and flirting tone, “I’ll teach

which seemingly set up a fire burning through her hand to her heart all

hand in a

I’ll tie

a long while, she finally helped Ernest tie

looked down to check his tie, a complicated dark light flashing

stressing each syllable, “You need to practice more in the

to practice. Did he mean that she would tie it

was an explosion in her brain.

not to overthink, rushing towards the

her to stay with

back, his lips curled up into a

he strode after

saw the dishes in the dining room not far away and

was injured? How could he

Timothy,” Ernest explained naturally as if he had realized

to Florence and reached out to pull

“... Okay.”

immediately pulled

-- he always