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

sleeping on the same bed again last

flushed, reaching out to

thinking about last

deep and seducing voice rang out at the door. Ernest was

door frame, he said in a seductive tone, “How about I go back and

necessarily!”

course, she was not

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

only to find Ernest was standing in

the

was confused. “What are you

it for me,” Ernest uttered a

at

dress up in a

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

never tied a necktie for a man

answer pleased Ernest

and put it

deep and flirting tone, “I’ll

warm, which seemingly set up a fire burning through

a

move. I’ll tie it for

knew how to tie a necktie. After a long while, she finally helped Ernest tie it, although it was

his tie, a

“You need to practice more in the

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

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

to overthink,

dangerous for her to stay

back, his lips curled up into

strode after

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

How could

if he had realized what Florence

walked to Florence and reached out to

“... Okay.”

pulled

far recently -- he always touched her without