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.

meant that Ernest had just

on the same bed again

to rub

thinking about

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

against the door frame, he said in a seductive tone, “How about I

Not necessarily!”

not

Ernest. Lifting the quilt,

out, only to find Ernest was standing in the room

the tie to

confused. “What are

me,” Ernest

looking at Ernest up

dress up in a suit, you should tie the necktie

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

“I’ve never tied a necktie

pleased Ernest

head and put

and

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

her hand in a panic, avoiding eye contact with

don’t move. I’ll tie it for

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

a

said while stressing each syllable, “You need to practice

to practice. Did he mean that she would

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

to overthink, rushing

her to stay with Ernest every second and every

back, his lips curled up into a

he strode

she saw the dishes in the dining room not far away and there were two

How

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

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

“... Okay.”

pulled

recently -- he always touched her without giving