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.

Ernest had just got up not

were sleeping on

to

thinking about

rang out at the door. Ernest was in a suit without

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

necessarily!”

not thinking about

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

out, only to find Ernest was standing

he passed the

“What are

it for me,” Ernest uttered a

was startled, looking at Ernest

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

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

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

Ernest for some

her head and put it on

and flirting tone, “I’ll teach

which seemingly set up a fire burning through her

in a panic, avoiding

I’ll tie

a long

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

said while stressing each syllable, “You need

Did he mean that

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

dared not to overthink, rushing towards

extremely dangerous for her to stay with Ernest every second and

fluctuate back, his lips curled up into

he strode after

Florence wanted to leave directly. However, she saw the dishes in the dining room not

hand was injured? How could

naturally as if he had realized what Florence

and reached out to pull

“... Okay.”

immediately pulled

far recently -- he always touched her without giving