My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Florence was a bit pissed off, but she quickly agreed to it, “Okay, okay.”

Ernest’s face came closer again, “The clothes are in the dressing room. There is a space specially arranged for you.”

Florence planned to just leave her clothes in the bag because there was only two to three sets of clothes in it. Anyway, she didn’t plan to stay for a long period.

She didn’t expect that Ernest had already known her tricks.

She had no choice but to agree, “Alright.”

Putting these things together really made the room looked like a real couple’s room. His room looked cozy and felt like a home.

Ernest pursed his lips in satisfaction. However, he still wouldn’t let her go. He looked at her. His eyes seemed to have a burning fire in it.

Florence saw it and started to panic. His breath got closer and closer, which made her felt extremely hot too.

She leaned backwards with all her strength and said in a low tone, “Mr. Hawkins, can you make way?”

“No.”

Ernest replied, his voice extraordinarily hoarse.

He stared at her, his eyes were shining with an uncontrollable desire, “Florence, I want to kiss you.”

Every word he said was so seductive.

Florence was stunned. Her face instantly blushed in shyness and her heart panicked.

He actually just looked at her and said such words.

Furthermore, he told her he wanted to kiss her. How should she react? Should she agree to it?

Only then she realized that she made a deal with him. He was not allowed to touch her or kiss her when she was staying here. So, he was asking for permission before he kissed her?

Florence felt a pain in her head. She spoke firmly, “I don’t want to.”

“I asked.”

Ernest’s voice was very deep, and it was seductively attracting.

He leaned forward. His lips pressed onto hers.

If he was not allowed to kiss her simply, he would just ask first, and then kissed her solemnly.

her mouth. Florence froze again.

he do

That was too mean.

but her hands were grabbed by him

became deeper and

mind started to blur up and

this moment, “Bang!” The door was pushed open from

panicked. Her clothes were stained by oil and some black

kitchen is…

the two kissing each other,

cold and stern man. Now, he was intimately holding Florence in

her sister. Her

come back to her senses. She instantly

She looked at Charlotte and said, “What’s wrong? Why is the kitchen on fire? Is

frowned unhappily. His sullen handsome face was flaunting an obvious lust

to make some food. But I didn’t expect that…

forties. So, Charlotte was a precious child to them and they never allowed her to do

that

pushed Ernest, “Mr. Hawkins, we have to go take a look

was too serious, they should

of her, with his

regained her freedom. Her face was still red when

at Ernest, looking very pitiful, “I did not

red. She seemed like she was

like this, he

look at her at

lifted his long legs and walked passed

back looked cold and

that were about to fall out of her eyes

his back. Her heart

She was pampered and

between the Hawkins and the Fraser family. It didn’t matter whether it was her

rushed down into the kitchen. She instantly saw the raging fire in

on the gas stove was on fire. The fire rose and burned the kitchen ventilator. The kitchen

the pot was on fire. The

towards the stove. She intended to cover the pot to put out the

she could find the pot cover, Ernest pulled her out from