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.

Florence froze again.

could he do

That was too mean.

hands were grabbed

became deeper and

stiffened. Her mind started to blur up and

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

panicked. Her clothes were stained by oil and some black substances. She looked a

kitchen is…

the two kissing each other, she

cold and stern man. Now, he was

envy and jealous about her sister. Her

back to her senses. She

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

face was flaunting an obvious

“I was hungry and wished to make some food. But

Charlotte during their forties. So, Charlotte was a precious child to them

surprise that Charlotte could burn up

to go take

too serious, they should

go of her, with his face

Her face was still red when she went out

follow them immediately. She looked at Ernest, looking

She seemed like she was going

her like this, he

Ernest didn’t look

lifted his long legs and

looked cold and

were about to fall out of

at his back. Her

family. She was pampered and favored since childhood. Moreover, her identity was nobler

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

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

noticed that the pot on the gas stove was on fire. The fire rose and burned the kitchen ventilator. The kitchen ventilator started to melt and

on fire. The rest of the place was still

the stove. She intended to

the pot cover, Ernest