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

reaching out to

thinking about

door. Ernest was in a suit without

seductive tone, “How about I go back and sleep with

necessarily!” Florence

not thinking

not to look at Ernest. Lifting the quilt, she got off

she took a shower and came out, only to find Ernest was standing in the room with a tie. He

he passed the tie

“What are you

for me,” Ernest uttered a few

at Ernest up

you could dress up in a suit, you should tie the

hand. Have you seen anyone tie the

tied a necktie for a

pleased Ernest

her head and put

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

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

withdrew her hand in a panic, avoiding eye

move. I’ll tie it

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

to check his tie, a complicated dark light flashing through his

stressing each syllable, “You need to practice more in

why she needed to practice. Did he mean that she would tie it for him every

Florence felt as if there was an explosion in her brain. Her

dared not to overthink, rushing towards the

to stay with Ernest every

at Florence’s fluctuate back, his lips curled

strode after

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

was injured? How could he

if he had realized what

reached out to

“... Okay.”

pulled her

recently -- he always touched her without giving her any