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.

had just got up not long

were sleeping on the same bed again

reaching out to

thinking about last

voice rang out at the door. Ernest was in a suit without a tie, emanating a

he said in a seductive tone, “How about

necessarily!” Florence

course, she was not thinking about

Lifting the quilt, she got off of

and came out, only to find Ernest was standing in the room with a tie. He looked up

passed the

“What are

it for me,” Ernest uttered a few

at Ernest

dress up in a suit, you should tie

the clothes with one hand. Have you seen anyone tie the necktie with

a necktie for a man

answer pleased Ernest for

took her head and put

said in a deep and

seemingly set up a fire burning through her hand to

withdrew her hand in a panic,

please don’t move. I’ll tie it for

how to tie a necktie. After a long while, she finally helped Ernest tie

a complicated dark light flashing through

each syllable, “You need to

wondered why she needed to practice. Did he mean

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

dared not to overthink, rushing

to stay with Ernest every second and

at Florence’s fluctuate back, his lips curled up

strode

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

Ernest’s hand was injured? How could he prepare

if he had

to pull her small hand. “Let’s have

“... Okay.”

pulled her

had gone far recently -- he always touched her without giving her