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

sleeping on the same bed

flushed, reaching out to

thinking about last

the door. Ernest was in a

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

necessarily!” Florence

not thinking about

Lifting the quilt, she got off of the

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

the tie to

confused. “What

me,” Ernest uttered a few

was startled, looking at Ernest up

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

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

tied a necktie for a man before.

Ernest for some

her head and put it on

in a deep and flirting tone, “I’ll

seemingly set up a fire burning through her

in a

please don’t move. I’ll tie it for

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

check his tie, a

stressing each syllable, “You need to practice more

needed to practice. Did he mean that she would

in her brain. Her mind went blank. She suddenly felt

not to overthink, rushing

stay with

back, his lips curled up

strode after

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

hand was injured? How

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

Florence and reached out to pull her small hand. “Let’s have

“... Okay.”

immediately pulled her hand

recently -- he always touched