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.

meant that Ernest had just

sleeping on the same bed

reaching out to

about last

Ernest was in a suit without a

tone, “How about

Not necessarily!” Florence refused

she was not

Ernest. Lifting the quilt,

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

passed the tie

was confused. “What are you

it for me,” Ernest uttered a few

looking at Ernest

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

one hand. Have you seen anyone tie the necktie with

never tied a necktie for a

Ernest for

and put it on his

and flirting tone, “I’ll

burning through her hand to her heart all the way

hand in a

don’t move. I’ll tie

knew how to tie a necktie. After a long while, she finally helped Ernest tie it, although it was neither

to check his tie, a complicated dark light

each syllable, “You need to practice

he mean that she would tie it for him every

this, Florence felt as if there was an explosion in her brain. Her mind went blank. She suddenly felt flustered from the bottom

to overthink, rushing towards

dangerous for her to stay with Ernest every second and every

stared at Florence’s fluctuate back, his lips

he strode

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

hand was injured? How

delivered by Timothy,” Ernest explained naturally as if he had realized what Florence was thinking

walked to Florence and reached out to pull her small hand.

“... Okay.”

pulled her hand

always touched