My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

She was only staying there for a few days. Hence, Florence didn’t bring too many things. She only brought a backpack with some daily necessities and a few clothes in it.

On the contrary, Charlotte brought a large suitcase, as if all her belongings were packed inside. She looked like she was going for a long stay.

The corners of Florence’s mouth twitched and she was a little confused. She was not sure whether bringing Charlotte along was a good or bad choice.

However, Ernest seemed to be okay about it. He didn’t even take a glance at Charlotte. His eyes only looked at Florence along the way.

When they reached the villa, Florence chose a room not far and not too near from Ernest’s room. She brought Charlotte into the room.

There were a lot of rooms in the villa, but there was no guest room.

The appearance of this room was in Florence’s expectations. The room only had little furniture in it, looking clean and tidy. It would be convenient to use it as a temporary bedroom.

“Sis, am I sleeping here? But why there is no bed here?”

Charlotte seemed to be a little surprised. She stood at the door and didn’t even put down her luggage.

Florence looked at Ernest and said helplessly, “There’s no guest room in his house. We can just sleep by spreading blankets on the floor.”

Charlotte hesitated, but she didn’t want to leave the house because of the bed, so she nodded and agreed.

Florence also put down her bag and started to arrange the things.

As she unzipped her bag, a fair and slender hand grabbed her hand.

Ernest’s attractive voice came from above her head, “What are you doing?”

Florence answered, “Arranging my things.”

As she spoke, she tried to pull her hand out of his, but he grabbed her tighter and pulled her up.

She was caught off guard and fell into his arms.

His breath was so close, close enough to make her heart tremble.

When she realized that Charlotte was still here, her cheeks blushed and reddened. She immediately pushed Ernest away, “What do you want? Let go of me.”

“Sleep in my room.”

He said word by word. Each word was said in a firm tone.

“I’ll

“She doesn’t need it.”

hint of flirtations could be

your first time sleep in my room anyway, why are you

This was pretentious?

relationship with him. It was weird to sleep

she possibly get used

deep breath, decided to seriously speak to him about this. “Mr.

carry you to my room, but your sister is here and she may

voice was

Florence were all swallowed back into her

that she had stopped arranging her things. She just stood there and looked at them with a dumbfounded

never realized that

could he use

clenched her fist and gritted her teeth,

lips in victory and let

tall body was still standing in front of her, like a tall and uncrushable

and spoke softly to Charlotte, “You can

Florence, she could tell that Florence was going to sleep in his

Ernest. If Florence

look, “This room is so empty. I’m afraid

What could she do

she could figure it out, she heard Ernest said coldly, “Later, someone will send a bed

Bed delivery?

At night?

complicated glance. When she slept here, why didn’t he call someone

be sleeping together every

do it

stood straight and ignored her completely. He could arrange delivery of

with a face

afraid, just

interrupted Charlotte. He was losing

her to come because he wanted to improve his

and shut her

want to

sweet smile. She looked at Ernest and said, “I’ll listen