My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Her heart was pounding uncontrollably and her face was so flushed that it felt like someone could fry an egg on it.

Her eyes were directed elsewhere as she pulled down his pants.

His long and pale legs were dancing around in the corner of her field of vision.

This was really expletive stuff. Florence felt like she couldn’t hold stand this anymore.

She wouldn’t have much courage to continue doing this.

She pulled Ernest’s arm and led him to the bathtub with a blushed face. She said awkwardly, “You’re ready now, sit down here.”

Ernest didn’t provide a response as he stepped out and settled himself elegantly in the bathtub.

Clean water immediately enveloped him, and his naked body was vague under the disguise of the water. It added to his seductive attractiveness.

Florence almost had a nosebleed while looking at such a sight.

If it were not because of Ernest’s drunken state tonight, she would even suspect that he was doing this purposely to seduce her.

The water was warm and soothing. After immersing himself in it, Ernest shut his eyes in a trance.

Florence gaped at him sitting obediently in the bathtub and suddenly felt a flare of anger. Was she really going to wash him now?

It would be best to give up on that idea.

Since he was already immersed in water, it would be fine if he was just bathing in it for a while.

“I have forgotten to fetch your pyjamas. Stay in the water first, you can come out after ten minutes.”

Florence hurriedly reminded before darting out of the bathroom.

The moment she left, Ernest opened his initially shut eyes.

He stared in her direction, and unlike his previous drunken state, there was a kind of clarity in his eyes.

After a while, his gaze swept over pyjamas not far away, and he shifted his gaze towards himself, with how he was bathing in warm water in his underpants. He suddenly felt a wave of helplessness.

This woman was taking advantage of the fact that he was drunk to fool him.

With a loud splash, he got up from the bathtub.

as she rushed downstairs and contacted Phoebe to pick her up. When she was about to get out of this villa, she wasn’t able to unlock the main door no matter how many times

if she tried to use her

this door spoilt or

turned around in the direction of Ernest’s bathroom and thought that if this

made her way to the backyard. He remembered that there

full of flowers. There were some of them that formed the

the image of Ernest kneeling down on one knee and holding

heart skip a few beats uncontrollably.

“Sigh…”

head in an attempt to shake off such thoughts. No matter what kind of romance she was feeling, everything was a lie. She couldn’t just sacrifice her whole

any hesitation, she walked

stepped on something, which

that there was as red diamond

Ernest

dropped

she rejected him and Ernest’s

carved meticulously, and this diamond ring

waste to

a moment before deciding

was about to enter the villa, she bumped

had draped a sleeping robe over his body, and at the sight

can’t just leave me

said in a determined voice, “Florence, I know

words as she recognized the clarity in his eyes. He was probably awake

was about to explain, “I am

she could finish her sentence, her

her into his embrace and kissed

into her mouth and overcame her senses. Their close proximity caused her to shiver in

that her brain was about to explode. Why did this man kiss her all of a

him away, but it only

suffocated by his

strength to fight back as she continued to be hugged by him and getting

before Ernest finally let

tip of her nose for

on fire, and his voice was so hoarse as if he

in her mind, Florence

to her senses, she hurriedly pushed him away nervously, “M…My friend